Over the years I have collected a wide assortment of return address labels. Some of them I bought, but most of them were sent to me as a “thank-you” for making donations to various charities. These are stuffed into a basket on a shelf where I keep greeting cards, writing paper and envelopes. One day last week I was struck with the realization that if I use one return address label every day of my remaining life, even if I live to be very old, I will not deplete my supply of return address labels.
That thought stayed with me, not constantly and not in a morbid way but as a matter of fact. I began thinking of other belongings of mine that will survive longer than I will: pots and pans, my wedding dress, hundreds if not thousands of photos, and probably even some of the rarely used spices in my spice drawer. (Does anyone ever empty a box of marjoram?)
Although I feel very much the same way I felt 20 or 30 years ago, it is true that physically I am not as strong and steady as I once was. I cannot “show” my granddaughter how to hopscotch or jump rope, and I even had trouble demonstrating for her how to play jacks, which surprised me. I didn’t even get past my onesies.
I fell last week when I tripped over one toy on my living room floor and landed sharply on another toy. When my daughter saw the resulting bruise on my leg she said, “You know, Mom, falls can be disastrous in people of your age. Promise me that you will wear your Yaktrax over your shoes if you go out onto the snow or ice.”
I have read that one’s mental acuity begins decreasing after the age of 18. At least I think I read that somewhere. I don’t remember as well as I used to. I do know that I am not quite as sharp as I once was. While singing along to kids’ songs on a CD with my grandson the other day, I realized that I can no longer sing “There’s a Hole in the Bottom of the Sea.” Try as I might I could not consistently remember that there is a smile on the flea on the hair on the wart on the toe on the foot on the leg on the frog on the knot on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea.
Just out of curiosity, I ordered a test to take to see if I am showing early signs of dementia. I saw the envelope containing the test in a stack of mail on my kitchen counter. I said, “Oh, look. My dementia test came in the mail.” My son looked up from his phone and said, “That’s the same thing you said yesterday, Mom.”
Are there compensations for the losses we experience as we grow older? Where is the wisdom that living many years is supposed to bring? Where is the honor that the young are to show to the aged? Where is the serenity that is supposed to come to those who live long, fruitful lives? More importantly, where is my cell phone?
My granddaughter asked me the other day, “Grandma, did they have cars back in the olden days when you were a kid?” I smiled, gave her a hug and said, “I can’t remember.”
12 thoughts on “I Got Old Last Week”
Funny Debbie. Good to hear I am not the only one going thru this.
So amazingly well said, Debbie. I really enjoyed that one.
I can so relate to all this. Add climbing the bleachers for a sports event to the list. If I think about this too long I can really get depressed! I try to dwell that I can still out walk many people 20 years younger than me. We take our victories where we can-no matter how small!!
After asking about a girlfriend’s health, I was told tonight that I’ve already asked that question two other times earlier in the week and the answer is the same. I was asked if I think I have a problem!
I want to know did you take that test and how can I get one?
Well,there you go again, pulling things out of MY head that I wasn’t gonna tell anybody,unless they brought it up.I laughed pert~neart all the way through it .
Now your wondering what part wasn’t funny.Don’t ask me,I don’t know why I’m wasting time at the computer right now,when I think I said,around Jan.1st, that I was gonna cut back!
I know I should have used you’re in my previous comment,but I didn’t proof~read before sending it on it’s merry way.Maybe that’s what prompted me to ponder staying off the internet. Well,as my old Pappy would say,I’m starting to “run off to the head” so I’m gonna hush.This strikes me as good typing practice,though…..
Well, I feel better that we’re all in good company. Ooops, did I already tell you that? 🙂
This article is especially appropriate for me this week: I had to break down and get my first pair of bifocals, so I am feeling old. I will let you know if they help me once I remember where I put them. It was somewhere safe…
You say so well what we all are thinking, perhaps it helps knowing we are not alone! If we will only REMEMBER that!
Do belly laughs count for exercise? I won’t have to go to the gym tomorrow! Loved this, Debbie. 🙂
Thanks for your encouragement, Pearl! I’m happy to have you as a follower of my blog!