The Little Blue Box

I'm getting too old. There I sat last night...putting pills into the little squares in little blue box for the next two weeks, so I don't have to remember which ones to take out of the bottle, and so I have plenty of lead time to order the next round. Instead of telling bar jokes mine go something like this...a man walks into a Pharmacy...sigh...I take too many pills one to make me happy, two to make my blood pressure better, 3 or more to make sure my heart doesn't stop, one to stop my nose from running all the time, one to make sure I have all my vitamins, one to make sure I have enough vitamin E, then another one to make me happy. Then some kind of goo that is supposed to fix something or other, I'm not sure what that one's all about...but it has something to do with one of those that keep my heart and other muscles running.
As I did that, I was just fresh from a Jr High School band concert my kid was in. I'm getting too old. The thing sounded like everyone was playing a different song. Someone was squeaking in the woodwind section. The drums were louder than the trombones...which sounded like WaAAAaaaH....when they were supposed to be WAAAAW. Then they brought out a choir that was too self conscious to sing loud enough. I was sitting next to a kid about the same age who seemed to know the music and was playing air drums and directing the band. My kid was in a bright orange shirt with a bow tie...the rest were mostly in white shirts...so he stood out, but I couldn't see him because he was further back in...and the kid on the end had hair that hung to his neck and in his eyes...which I'm sure made a mess of his glasses for the grease. Don't know how he was reading the music because his head was bobbing time...and the drummer I don't know what he was saying the whole time but he looked like he was counting time in some other language. I was irritated by the whole thing.
Which makes me wonder how I'm going to handle the grandkid. He is great right now...only 9 months old...but there's the two's and three's ahead and then of course the teens...but you see I'm getting too old now, what will happen when he starts getting into everything and making noise...and then there's the school plays and sports...and whew I'm getting older just thinking about it. I think I'll go add a few extra doses of that happy pill to the little blue box.