On the Lighter Side

Reflections – Tuesday, August 23, 2016

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Carol A. Hand

Ah, summer outdoor chores, you have to love them
Mowing the lawn that remains, “Sweating to the Oldies” comes to mind
This is really more like the oldy profusely sweating
But it’s something I can still do because life’s been kind
One has to find the humor in getting older
And be grateful for the challenging tasks we can still shoulder.

lawn mower

My old rechargeable battery-powered mower

I encourage you to watch the embedded video link above if you need to laugh today, or read the following poem. I discovered it many decades ago when I developed a workshop for men who were caring for an older relative.

This Will Shock You!
(Anonymous)

This will shock you!
I’m never lonely here – for I have four men in my life.
Don’t tell!
I get up in the morning with Charlie Horse.
I spend all day with Arthur Itis.
I dine with Will Power.
I go to bed every night with Ben Gay.

Everything is farther away now than it used to be.
It is twice as far to the corner, and they have added a hill I’ve noticed.
I have given up running for the bus; it leaves faster than it used to.
And it seems to me that they are making stairs steeper than in the old days.
Have you noticed the smaller print they are using in the newspapers now?
And there is no sense asking people to read aloud.
Everyone speaks in such a low voice I can hardly hear them.

It is almost impossible to reach my shoelaces.
Even people are changing.
They are much younger than they used to be when I was their age.
On the other hand, people my age are so much older than I am.
I ran into a classmate the other day, and she had aged so much I didn’t even recognize her.

I got to thinking about the poor thing while I was combing my hair this morning
And in so doing I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.
You know, they don’t even make mirrors like they used to.

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26 thoughts on “Reflections – Tuesday, August 23, 2016”

  1. Loved the poem! I stopped counting the years when I hit fifty, so don’t even ask me how old I am now. Mental arithmetic was never my strong point. But then again, AARP has that horrid, intrusive way of sending those invitations to join their exclusive over-fifty club 🙂

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      1. Thank you, Carol.

        I just don’t remember how I got here: one day I looked in the mirror, and I was twenty-five, the next day I looked again, and I was Methuselah’s brother!;-)

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    1. Yes, it is my old, well-traveled Neuton. There’s a funny story that goes with it, but that will have to wait. (The new Neuton I bought last year died the third time I used it! Fortunately the new battery works in the old mower…)

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  5. So funny. Yes! The whole world is changing around me! My favorite lines:
    “Even people are changing.
    They are much younger than they used to be when I was their age.
    On the other hand, people my age are so much older than I am.”
    (Ha ha ha! Thanks for the laugh!)

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  9. Just wanted to let you know what a pleasure it is to read well-written posts of substance such as yours. I also notice that two of the commenters to this post are also followers of my blog, so I know they have good judgment (ha ha). Will look forward to reading more of what you’ve written when I have — make that, when I TAKE — time. 🙂

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