That was the question I asked my father when he complained about the slow driver he was following on the highway. The man stopped suddenly and Dad had to slam on his brakes to avoid a collision. Of course, I understand that Dad would have been at fault if there had been an accident.
Once upon a time I proudly pulled my new driver’s license out of my wallet.
Look I’m old enough to drink
Once I wore an ID around my neck
Look, building security staff, I have a job and I belong here.
Now I carry a Medicare card along with my driver’s license
Look at that. I’m in group 1B to get the Covid vaccine.
I’m right behind the healthcare and other front line workers.
It all went by so fast.
Still, there were signs along the way
5 years ago Joe and I were turned down for an apartment we wanted to rent in Paris.
The owner decided it wasn’t appropriate for an “elderly couple”
It was on the 4th floor of a building without an elevator.
In 2018 we were not able to book a certain kayak excursion because we were over 70.
The minimum age was 7. (Note, we have 6 kayaks)
It was an “insurance requirement” they explained.
Joe & I are taking an online class in “Lithuanian Language and Culture”
This is the image to help us remember the word for “retired person”
Suddenly, I observe that residents in the nursing home are not that much older than me. Some are even my age
Suddenly, I notice that the obituaries include a lot of people from MY decade.
I Can’t Turn Back Time but maybe I can slow it down a bit?
We all know how we WANT to spend our “golden years”
We also know what it takes to give ourselves the best chance of achieving it.
Once time stretched out before me like an endless superhighway and I was pushing the speed limit. Now, I’m meandering down a narrower country road. I don’t want to be one of the wrecks broken down on the shoulder, so I better take care of this engine and all its parts. That’s exactly why I am here.
Wherever you are on the road of life, take care of yourself.
Do it now for a longer, happier road ahead.
Which brings me back to the question I asked my Dad.
How old is a geezer? Dad said, “anybody older than me.”