What's the Point?

After a certain age, whatever it is that we make up in our minds is that certain age, what's the point? I couldn't understand like, you know, time's going on. My husband is the opposite. He is mister instant action. i really don't like our front walk ind sike sa, man, it doesn't go with thohound looks crappy. The next day, i hear this noise. Fred is fal wen, he's out in the rain with a jack hammer. Oh, yes, codis. I was just so tired of it. But itsb wy. Can't i?