It’s like fall’s busting out all over and the scent of wood smoke is in the air.

Another reminder that we’re smack in the middle of October and I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but I kind of miss seeing piles of catalogs coming into the mailbox. Not that I’m callous about cutting down however many trees it takes to make a Sears wish book, it’s just that it’s heartening to know that not everything has gone digital.

Truth be told, I’m as immersed in the digital world as the next guy, witnessed by the fact that I just acquired my fourth tablet, and I don’t mean the kind you take with water.

The thing is, in the last 20 years, there’s been a push to make everything paperless, from email to e-filing to e-bill paying and on and on, but man-oh-man, all you hear about now are security hacks, cyber-attacks, and identity theft.

We didn’t use to worry about all that in the paper age, at least not as much. I don’t think you can hack a piece of paper. You can steal it, but you can’t hack it, at least I don’t think you can. And I wonder if anyone would want my identity, as shopworn as it is.

I don’t know if it’s the change of seasons or not, but lately each day after working all I want to do is just jump in bed. I guess it’s the barometric pressure or dew point or temperature or who knows what but it happens every year. And that includes sleeping in. Trouble with that is there’s so much going on every weekend that one might miss out if lazybones doesn’t get outta bed.

While I’m on the subject, why do I groan every time I get up? And where in the heck did this crick in my hip come from?

Nevertheless, I was reading an article a couple of weeks ago about how a lot of older folks in New Mexico are continuing to work way past the customary retirement age. Whether it was in their current career, a new challenge, or if they just needed the income.

I got to thinking. This is one of those things no one tells us when we were younger about growing old; that it’s not required to be put out to pasture even after you get up in years.

I realize most under the age of probably 50 don’t like to think about being a senior, but believe it or not, there are benefits.

But one thing about getting older is that you know stuff. All kinds of stuff. The experts call it “crystallized intelligence,” and it keeps getting better even after 60 or 70. For instance, my ability to remember the lyrics of a song from the 1970s far outweighs my ability to remember what I was looking for in the junk drawer.

Back to the aforementioned “bennies.” I read somewhere that the older you are, the less stress you feel and you have a tendency to be more agreeable. Also with age, you tend to stop worrying about what other people think of you and you start to appreciate the little things that give you a certain lift; things that give you a good feeling. Little victories, as it were.

  • Like the satisfaction of being able to reach that itch on your back.
  • Like when your food comes just as you’re coming back from the restroom.
  • Like someone holding the door for you at McDonald’s.
  • Like when the traffic light goes green right before you go to step on the brakes.
  • Like finding a twenty in the jacket you haven’t worn since last spring.
  • Like waking up thinking you have to get ready for work, and then remembering it’s Saturday.
  • Like when the seat next to you at the movie theater is empty and you can put your entire elbow on the armrest.
  • Like finding that you’re the first person to use the porta-potty at the Pie Festival.
  • Like discovering that forgotten jar of green chile salsa in the pantry.

Someone told this one to me: When a co-worker comes into the restroom and catches you washing your hands. Score!

You probably could add your own to this list of little feel-goods.

You don’t have to look far in Socorro this weekend for a feel-good experience, what with floats filing down California Street in the 49ers Parade.

There’s also the Trinity Site Open House, and while not falling into the “feel-good” category, it’s still the only place on earth we entered the atomic age. For that one, you should try to be at Stallion Gate at 8 a.m. if possible.

I adhere to the old saw, “as soon as you feel too old to do a thing, do it.”