Courage My Love - December 17, 2010

When did they start making doors so heavy? I was in a store today and when I went to leave, I pushed on the door and then I had to push again, the thing weighed like eighty tons. I've started using the gimp openers for doors, you know where you press a button and the door opens automatically. Cars! What about cars? When did they start making cars with seats 2 inches off the ground. I can't get out of the stupid things. I never used to think about stuff like this because it was never an issue.

And stairs! Are we running out of space so quickly on this planet that everything has to go vertical? So many stairs - everywhere, it's totally annoying. By the third step I feel like someone tied twenty pound sacks of flour to my legs.

And how is it that every time I get up out of a chair I am making this old person noise, sort of like an ooomph. The sound doesn't make getting up any easier, but it seems to happen every time. Sit on the floor, I don't think so! Cross legged? Only if I am dead and rigour has not set in...

Aging, wow it's here. Life is the proverbial blink of the eye. I can remember being young, having boundless energy, barely being able to sit still (as opposed to now where I am barely able to sit) and having a body that did not hurt and could take an amazing amount of punishment.

Now I am conserving energy, maybe I burned too much when I was younger. They, who ever they are, say you can be as fit in your sixties as you were in your thirties. Let me tell  you buddy my thirties are a blur in the rear view mirror and consisted mostly of partying, partying and oh yeah, partying. The only fit part of me was some residual internal mechanism I had for telling time even when sleeping, so I could set that internal clock and always get up in time for work.

Getting old is like finding a soft potato in the sack. You know the kind? It's soft, got a few spots on it, sprouting some gnarly looking things but in a pinch you would toss it in the stew pot. It ain't fun being that potato, let me tell you. Everything hurts, and I mean everything.

I used to wake up, get up and go. Now I stumble around for about an hour, tripping over furniture and forgetting what I am doing, and generally need a coffee or two before I can approach being coherent, and even then it is debatable.

Even at work I am noticing the age gap between me and the young uns. I don't find most of the what they talk about very interesting, or very funny. And they are not very smart. Of course, most of them are at the breeding stage of life, where they are either having babies (the girls), thinking about making babies or at least the sex part, maybe not actually making a real baby (the guys). However, I don't find the people my age very interesting either, or very funny or very smart. What can I say.

All I know is that getting old takes Courage, My Love ....