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Whittling Away: Aging

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By Dick Brooks

For Capital Region Independent Media

I find the whole process of aging to be fascinating. 

Things change on an almost daily basis. Minor aches and pains keep appearing where they never appeared before, migrating from joint to joint like homeless geese. These are a comfort to me ever since a friend of mine told me, “If you wake up in the morning and nothing hurts, lie down, you’re dead.”

I think of this saying every morning when I get out of bed and try to stand erect. 

I head towards the bathroom next to the music of “The Cartilage Chorus,” a series of cracks, creaks and pops as each body part finds its position for the day. A hot shower and a quick rub down with WD40 and the excitement of getting dressed for the activities of the day is next. 

Telly, trusty canine companion, is usually there to cheer me on for the daily bout of sock wrestling. As you age, your arms shorten, your legs lengthen and your stomach enlarges, which makes the lassoing of a big toe with the top of your sock an athletic endeavor of the first order. With Telly’s encouragement, I can usually accomplish the deed on the second or third try. 

Snap, crackle and pop comes next. Those used to be the sounds one of my favorite breakfast cereals made, now it’s the sounds my knees make going down stairs.

Much to my delight, as I watch Father Time ravaging my body, my mind continues to function as it always had. In spite of my advancing years, mentally I remain as sharp as a—as sharp as a—you know that little round thing with the pointy thing on it. 

I continue to learn daily. Recently I learned that I can save a considerable amount of time by changing my standard greeting when I meet a friend or acquaintance. “Hi, how are you?” used to work well, but that was back in the day when their answer was “Fine and you?” Now, by the time they have run through their list of ailments and doctors they have visited since I saw them last and which of our mutual friends has died or is in the hospital, and I’ve run through my list for their enlightenment, more than half of the day has been frittered away. A smile and a grunt gets me on my way quickly, or at least as quickly as arthritis, gout and a failing knee joint will allow me. 

I’m not complaining, I’m still in the game. Sometimes I’m playing hurt, but I’m still playing and that’s a good thing. 

You’ve got to be tough to be old but life is still so good, even if it hurts at times. The worst part about aging is saying goodbye to friends and loved ones.

Thought for the week — “Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.” ~ Steven Wright

Until next week, may you and yours be happy and well.Reach columnist Dick Brooks at Whittle12124@yahoo.co

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