Favorite Old Things

More than a few years ago I first heard Julie Andrews sing “My Favorite Things” in the movie, The Sound of Music. You may remember it begins:

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…”

I identified back then with her list of the many good things in life. I understand she later sang a parody of the song about how her list had changed over the years.

I thought, “I should update my list too.” Here is my revised compilation of favorite things. My wife Sharon and I often sing this when we do shows for people who are old enough to appreciate this perspective. It goes to the original melody.

If this list doesn’t strike home to you yet, just keep singing it for a few decades and it will.

Age spots on noses and face full of stubble
Too weak and feeble to get into trouble
Hours of checkers to get crowned a king
These are a few of my favorite things

Afghan on shoulder just sittin’ and knittin’
Long handled underwear, Can’t find my mittens
South in the winter and north in the spring
These are a few of my favorite things

When the bones creak
When the hair streaks
When the knees go bad I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so glad

Cracks in the sidewalk and stairs where I stumble
Fuzzy small printing and people who mumble
Can’t hear the telephone now when it rings
These are a few of my favorite things

Stacking up traffic whenever I drive now
Beating the averages I’m still alive now
Poking along while my signal light blinks
These are a few of my favorite things

When the Doc writes
When the shot stings
When he makes me mad
I think of him dealing with Medicare forms
And then I don’t feel so bad

Bifocals, hearing aids, walkers and crutches
Wrinkle creams, hair tints and youth seeking touches
Unsteady voices that crack when we sing
These are a few of my favorite things

Some things in life now are better by far though
I can’t remember right now what they are though
Misplaced the note I was going to bring
That had a list of my favorite things

As I rock there in my old chair
With my heating pad
I may be a has been, but oh where I’ve been
And oh what a life I’ve had

Duane E Hiatt