I was thinking the other day about this growing old thing. One day, you are just a kid and the next day you, well, aren’t. I remember high school graduation like it was yesterday, but no, it was 63 years ago. A mere blip on the cycle of life. Those days were a lot of fun, but they also contained a lot of angst. We wanted a lot of stuff that we were too young to have. A car or even a drivers license. We wanted to put school in the rear view mirror and overlook the prospects of having to get a job. We wanted to have our own money, our own place, and make our own rules. We wanted the good life and we wanted it right now.
Well, if there is anything to be said for getting old, I guess it is that I have all that now. Plus, if I had a lady friend, I wouldn’t have to worry about her getting pregnant. And, just for good measure, I don’t have acne either. What I do have, however, is an increasing resistance by my body to respond to certain commands like ‘stand up’ or ‘run’ (like that’s going to happen). I guess you could call that getting old. I prefer to think of it as outliving my warranty. There is no such thing as OEM parts for a body. They are all produced by aftermarket manufacturers, so we start to turn into an entity consisting of spare parts. Time was, if I dropped something, I would simply pick it up. Today, I find myself contemplating whether I really need it anymore. In my youth, if I fell down, people would just laugh. Today if I fall down they gasp. All a matter of perspective I guess.
I’m happy to say that my mind seems to run pretty well. Oh, I do forget things, and find a lot of my conversations contain the phrases ‘did I tell you this before’ or ‘now what was I going to say’? But that’s OK because a lot of my friends will reply ‘Huh, what did you say’? Put’s me in mind of the story about a grandson asking his grandfather why, after 64 year of marriage, he still called his wife honey, sweetheart, and darling. What was the secret that kept the romance alive? The old man replied “well, I forgot her name 5 years ago and I’m afraid to ask her.
In retrospect, I’ve got to say I’m kind of enjoying this aging thing. I think senility will be a rather smooth transition for me. I’ve noticed that if I’m feeling cranky, people are not surprised. If I ask for the senior discount, I don’t get challenged. Since suffering a fall a couple of months ago that fractured an ankle, I have had a temporary handicapped sticker in my car. Have you ever watched someone park in a handicapped space and, when they get out of the car you check them out for external signs of infirmity? Well, I’ve noticed when I get out of my car, people just nod. I could probably do without that.
Anyway, it is what it is I guess. Along the line you learn not to sweat the petty stuff, and not to pet the sweaty stuff. That’s probably going to be as good as it gets.