‘”While we still can” and other Dude-isms’
Gee, last week I wrote about “Doubleknit Dad.” And this week it’s “Doomsday Dude.” What’s next? “Downer Debbie?” (I actually have a lot of material for that one.)
Anyway. Alliteration aside, I see nothing wrong about writing about the two most important men in my life — though I suppose I could have spaced them out a bit. But Tuesday’s getting long in the tooth and I don’t really want to write about Wordle, so here goes.
The Dude, as lovely as he is — and he truly is a lovely man — has, you see, a rather negative view of Life. You know the saying about seeing the glass half full or half empty? Well, for his Dudeness, the glass is broken. And he’s clutching the shards in an underground bunker filled with gold bars.
See, for Mr. Dude, we’re well on our way to The End of The World. But, before that, the population will explode and there will be crazy shortages of resources that will spark class warfare. When you point out that he’s being a bit grim, he begs to differ. “I’m just realistic,” he’ll say. Why, he probably thinks Station Eleven is a reality show.
On a more, say, granular level, he insists that we do things “while we still can.” This gives us a rationale for doing things like going on rigorous birding trips to remote places, sometimes with dicey accommodations and/or no hot water.
There will come a time — not too far into the future because, after all, “we’re not getting any younger” — when we will no longer be able to do these things. So we need to do them now. “While we still can.”
I don’t mind, not really. His attitude provides a nice balance for my possibly too perky POV. And we get to go on a lot of cool adventures.
My Dad was kind of negative too. (“Kind of”?!? I can hear my sibs saying.) Once he reached a Certain Age, he used to rather grumpily intone, usually while trying to hoist himself out of a chair, “Don’t get old.” And we’d shoot back something snippy like, “Oh? What’s the alternative?” Good thing we were too big — and too quick — to get smacked.
Of course, now that we are seventyish, we kind of do need to rack up those experiences “while we still can.”
Hey, my passport is still good — even if my stamina isn’t what it used to be.
New York City. January 2022