Old Age Basically Sucks

It came to me last night as I was blindly stumbling toward the bathroom (a 3 AM trip) that I don't especially like getting old.

That "snap, crackle, and pop" that used to greet me from cereal bowls now comes from my joints... and is much louder. I have developed a fear of falling in the shower. I am getting a little forgetful; like not remembering my glasses (just need them for reading at this point) so I keep extra pairs in both cars, or what I was about to do.


I also worry about my ability to learn and adapt. We have a new car and it is full of mysteries. Heck, my Focus is full of them, too, but the Lincoln is even more complex. I used to help my brother-in-law with his occasional new car... now I need the help. And I have no one to ask! All of my friends are older than me and seem to have worse minds.

And I do a lot of reminiscing. I don't know why that is, there is much more in my life I would like to forget than what I would like to remember. I spent a bit of time the other day trying to remember the names of past girlfriends... a bit like digging into ancient history... but, beyond a few special ones, I drew a blank pretty quickly. I guess that's understandable as I have been married to Faye for over 28 years now. At least, I have no trouble remembering her name. Don't worry, I wasn't stupid enough to say any of the ones I did remember out loud.

I shouldn't complain, though, people tell me I should be grateful I am on the sunny side of the turf. Wish I could remember why.