It’s not fair and it never ends, but I haven’t found a reasonable alternative...yet
I’m only half joking when I tell friends and family that life has several clearly identifiable stages.
Stage one – You live and slow down gracefully from birth to age 60.
Stage two – You age as much between 60 and 70 as you did from zero to 60.
Stage three – The jury is still out.
It’s the truth. At a youthful 60 I could still run ultra marathons, work 16 hour days, and keep up with the grandkids. Not so at an ancient 70. Between the medical side effects from my prostate cancer meds and the inevitable side effects of physical aging the changes are clearly evident to me (and probably everybody else, too).
Slowing down, taking it easy, and enjoying life really sounds good—actually doing it has been a lot more difficult that it sounds. I’m working on it. But there are so many things needing to be done and watching somebody else doing them (instead of me) just doesn’t feel right. Being a useless old man is not something on my Bucket List. My wife nods and smiles whenever I say it, however.
Stay tuned—I’ll chart my progress, or lack thereof, toward the good if not the useful life. But now it’s time to take my pills and then my nap.
axman
