Old age is not fun. Donâ€™t let people tell you that it is.
It has its moments, of course, brought about by friendship and love of family.
Fortunately, most of us who find that we inhabit this creaking realm can laugh about it at the expense of our frailties. Those of us who are computer literate receive an abundant supply of humorous reminders of the troubles we share from pals of the same vintage.
Constantly there are reminders of our shrinking brains and the troubles it causes.
Peopleâ€™s names and numbers come first on my list of disabilities. â€œGlad to meet you, Roger,â€ I will say in all sincerity. If I meet him the next day, his face is familiar but his name is an utter blank.
Itâ€™s the same with numbers, for if I am asked my phone number, I will immediately give the digits assigned to me in my old home of 20 years ago.
But the brain-drain is only part of the problem. What was once a short and delightful walk or table tennis game now turns into a painful marathon of aching legs and muscles.
Any complaints about the condition to the younger set bring about the same admission: â€œAt your age, you are lucky to be alive!â€
Oh yeah? How can they judge? And maybe they are wrong. There could be another wonderful existence lying beyond the fringe of death.
But most of us begrudgingly accept the frailties we have with the old saying rushing through our minds, â€œA bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.â€
Mike Harvey, Langley