hpulley wrote:I've already enjoyed some of every kind of whisky I have. I've mentioned already my morbid rule of opening every unknown bottle the night I get it, just in case. It would be very sad to have at my wake bottles which I've never known myself!
Not for us, it wouldn't! I like your rule, though, and wish there was a chance in hell I could implement it.
I have over 200 bottles sealed, and I only finish about 1 a month = over 200 months of drinking = over 16 years of drinking. So, that takes me until I am about 65yo or so.
Okay that is not too bad. But there are two other factors.
.> 1 - I keep buying bottles
.> 2 - I also have over 200 bottles of wine/port as well
My father just passed away this year at the age of 70. It makes me think that I might just run out of time.
wow, this is kind of a morbid topic isn't it?
Not morbid at all, in my book, and it is nice to see it being taken in the spirit in which it seemed to be intended. An eye towards the end (without becoming obsessed with and/or debilitated by the prospect of death) is one of the most powerful forces in helping us live a rich and full life. As an exercise, try starting each morning with a short meditation on perhaps on your own death, and see if these does not make your day/week more meaningful. It certainly makes me less likely to turn on the television and piss away my time.
Now, how this related to whisky? I means that I probably need to drink one of my bottles of my Hart Brothers 13yo 1982 Port Ellen sooner rather than later.
Life is too short to be worrying about what your missing as you may end up not appreciating what you already have.
I expect that I will die, or worse, be forced to give up drinking, with many good bottles in hand. As with anything else of value you possess, the worry is that it will end up in the hands of someone who will appreciate it.
But don't leave it all on the table...get drinking! I think I'll open something Special today.
Tu ne quaesieris - scire nefas -quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. Ut melius quicquid erit pati! Seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum, sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Leuconoe, don't ask -it's forbidden to know- what end the gods will give me or you. Don't play with Babylonian fortune-telling either. Better just deal with whatever comes your way.
Whether you'll see several more winters or whether the last one Jupiter gives you is the one even now pelting the rocks on the shore with the waves of the Tyrrhenian sea--be smart, drink your wine. Scale back your long hopes to a short period.
Even as we speak, envious time is running away from us.
Seize the day, and trust as little as possible in the next one.
(Horaz: Carmen 1,11)
Thesh wrote:I mean, I will only live for another 18.5 years
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MrTattieHeid wrote:Robert Heinlein wrote a story about a man who invented a machine that could look up the pink worm of your life (assuming you are indeed pink) and see the precise moment of your death. Of course, the life insurance industry was alarmed by this, and sent goons to do the poor fellow in. They found him in his office, smoking a cigar and drinking cognac. "Come in, gentlemen," he said. "I've been expecting you."
Will my life be long enough? If I continue to live each day as an exciting new one, yes, even if it regretfully ends tomorrow.
Muskrat Portage wrote:Lets' see, I'm 51, creeping up on 52 and my father lived to 85, my grandfather to 97, so I've estimated I have between 33 to 45 years to go.
Hmmm...the way I see it, your dad lived 12 years shorter than his dad, so according to that trend, you get to 73. Then again, I'll bet your great-grandfather didn't live to 109.
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