FredPeyer

That Point in my Life

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!