I sometimes wonder if I act like a curmudgeon. The definition is "A crusty, ill-tempered old man" from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary on line. I guess I don't object to being crusty since it seems like one could think of that as being like a pie crust. A little crisp and flaky but all right to consume. Being ill-tempered is another matter. Fortunately most of my geezer friends are not ill-tempered. They may be opinionated and sometimes abrupt but for the most part they are quite congenial.
Perhaps when you exceed ninety years of age you have the right to become a curmudgeon. Recently Andy Rooney retired from a regular appearance on the television show 60 Minutes. He certainly qualifies as a geezer at 92 and is certainly crusty. To a degree I would have to also classify him as a curmudgeon. Often in his opinion pieces he revealed an ill-temper about many things. His complaints sometimes revealed an irascible nature that could be endearing but at other times irritating. He clearly demands to be left alone in public and I expect anyone approaching him for an autograph would suffer his wrath.
When one points a finger at someone else, there are three fingers pointing back at oneself. I shall be careful about who I call a curmudgeon and if complaining too often is curmudgeonly I promise to mend my ways. Meanwhile, I am thankful for my geezer friends in their nineties who are as kind and cheerful as anyone I encounter.
In conclusion, I am glad I have a curmudgeon monitor in my dear wife. Her gentle chiding will keep me on the straight and narrow.
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