I have finally reached that point in my life
where senior moments turn into senior weeks
where walking down stairs is worse than climbing up stairs
where looking for keys and glasses has become a hobby
where I don’t need a comb or hairbrush anymore
where remembering names is a guessing game
where driving a car is like Russian roulette
where getting up in the morning is THE daily exercise
where opening a jar involves some very major tools
where pouring a glass without spilling is pure chance
where getting a phone-call from the kids is the high point of the day
where everything printed seems to be fine print impossible to read
where the golf clubs double up as walking sticks
where I don’t remember yesterday but easily recall thirty years ago
where sex is only a futile mental exercise
where I race a snail and lose
where it makes my day if some part of my body doesn’t hurt
where I don’t notice young beautiful women anymore
where I begin to understand that diapers are not only for babies
where half of my day is taken up with counting pills
where going out only means taking out the garbage
where stuff just isn’t important anymore
where thoughts about death are slowly moving center stage
where I throw things away today only to look for them the next day
where I spend more time in the bathroom than the living room
where six hours of sleep is a good night’s rest
where I start laughing and have no idea why
where things that were important once just don’t matter anymore
where what is left of the mind is way ahead of the body
where I watch the minutes run in circles
where I talk to myself because listening to others is boring
where being grouchy is the new normal
where patience has become a four-letter word
where …………
But otherwise I feel great!