Getting older and being considered a senior citizen is an
unexpected occurrence that just suddenly happens when you aren’t looking and
least expect it.
Take the staircase for instance. Maybe not, maybe the
elevator is a better idea. Only a few years ago I could bound up or down the
staircase, now I look up first to see if the flight has gotten any longer since
the last time it used it, and going downward, I hold on first and look at one
step at a time. I used to fly up or down, not even looking.
That has transcended into the car I drive. I’m still an
aggressive driver to a degree, just a little more willing to take my time, but
don’t waste it in front on me by doing 20 mph in a 55 mph zone! My driving
still keeps TLW (The Little Woman) alert and young as she holds on, brakes and
sometimes closes her eyes as she sits next to me in the passenger seat,
screaming for help.
Getting out of the car is now becoming an issue too! Why do they make
these cars so low to the ground, you have to get your legs out once you open
the door, then get your butt out, no easy task anymore.
“Joe, watch out for that squirrel!”
“The one in the tree across the way in the middle of the park!”
I have to say I have NEVER, EVER, run over a squirrel with
my car while it was still in the tree across the way in the middle of the park!
On the same token, TLW has saved in her mind, many a squirrel!
When I was a young man, I could down two steaks or three
pork chops easily, with room for potatoes and vegetables and a nice salad, a
few beers and dessert afterwards, today, one pork chop just about does it.
Sometimes I think the unthinkable: Do I really have to eat? I should be losing
weight, I should.
My tolerance for young women was very high once. I used to
love young women. Today, they make me crazy, they seem to whine, be
self-centered and loud, using language they never used when I was their age!
Maybe I’m out of touch. At least I think they are young women, they could be
aliens from Mars, since they all have their faces buried deep into their
i-phones and i-pads or whatever.
Being that I am older, I could conceivably toss my computer
and get away with it because old people don’t know how to use one. I could also
and do get away with not using an i-phone or i-pad because I’m too old to
bother to get one or learn how to use it. I simply don’t care.
Going shopping for anything is no big deal, when it comes to
my wardrobe. I wear whatever I want, who cares. Recently I was going to a wake
“You going to the wake?”
“You’re not going like that, are you!?”
“Not any more, Dear.”
Going to restaurants I used to think about what to eat
before I got there. Now, I can say: “Order whatever you want and we can share
it. Desserts: are definitely a share.
Getting older has made me more contented with my life. I
enjoy the retirement, but not being idle. I still need challenges and find
them. For instance, getting dressed in the morning, getting into an old pair of
pants, then tossing them away and not think: “I’ll fit into these when I lose
weight!” Then there is the question of coordination of clothing. Recently I
discovered that checks go just as well with stripes as with no checks, because
it still feels comfortable, is available when I reached in the closet, and it
is fun looking into the mirror after I’ve dressed myself wondering how I turned
out, and will I make anyone’s day with my choices.
Getting out of bed is becoming more challenging, and fun, as
I figure out a way to do it. This can take up to half a morning if I let it. Getting
my feet off the bed without tangling into the sheets and blankets is the fun
part. Not swearing out loud when I can’t, making TLW wish she had married
someone with class is part of the fun also.
Years ago, if I took a nap, I worried that I wouldn’t be
able to sleep that night, not any more! No, I usually nap to rest up for my
trip to the stairway to go to bed. And I do this without waking TLW up while
she is resting up to go to bed, too!
Of course once I reach the bed, I have two choices, I can
either read or I can sleep. I choose to read, but usually can’t finish the
first paragraph that I learn literally in my sleep as I read it over, and over,
and over again. Taking five years to read a book is no big deal to me anymore.
As a youngster, I used to marvel at how Dad could take a perfect Sunday
afternoon and lay out on the couch and nap, now I can do it much better than he
could EVER do it. I’m seriously thinking of writing a book on it, except I
keeping dozing off.
Well I hope this blogue hasn’t disturbed you.