By Glen Turner – Special to the Sydenham Current
I’ve decided that I’m not going to complain about getting old any more.
Except in jest… but, more about that later.
When you get older, you seem to spend a lot of time listening to friends complain about their ills, their pains, their ailments, there medical appointments, their meds.
Hell’s bells, I ache in body parts I didn’t even know I had!
When you get older, most medical people you see seem to be an ‘-ologist’.
RheumatOLIGIST! CardiOLOGIST! DermatOLOGIST! OpthamOLOGIST! … and so on 🙂
When you get older, you’re no longer offended when store clerks ask if you qualify for the ‘Senior’s Discount’.
I LOVE the old fart’s discounts, it saves me a lot!
When you get older, you worry about friends who seem to be becoming, well, hermits. They want to stay indoors, except to do their ‘running around’ for necessities, but don’t get out there and volunteer, travel, or explore.
When you get older, you lose patience with baggy ass pants, shorts on people in 14°C and, of course, the walking texters and net freaks. Videos of them walking into telephone posts while on their phones break me up!
Ok, the main reason I want to deal with aging in a humourous way is quite simple.
Lately, I’ve been realizing how many people I grew up with, worked with, taught with, performed with and socialized with, just aren’t here any more. They’ve ‘passed’, as the saying goes.
They don’t have the chance to get older. They’re already gone.
So, I will ENJOY getting older.
No more complaints.
Except in jest.
