"HI THOM!"
At least that's what would have happened if I joined a group.
Here's the thing...I have to keep moving. It's just too hot and steamy outside to walk the park or even around the neighborhood. So, off I went to the local mall. It's a Monday, so it's pretty empty. Except for....THEM.
They're everywhere. Limping, stretching, kvetching, retching. I can't avoid them. The problem is, the older we get, the worse our sense of direction becomes. You know what I mean..you're setting a good, even pace...and the old guy up ahead starts to drift across your path..just a little. Should I go left around him or try to go right and pass by the kiosk with the young gum-snapper poised to spray me with the newest Calvin Klein? Well, unless it cures Shingles or Hernia or low-T...I'm not interested. I move to the right....he STOPS. Dead ahead. One more step and we are on Brokeback Mountain.
I shift to tip-toe around him at full momentum and get creamed by a speed walker in the passing lane. Now I am down and staring at the Velcro shoe-fasteners wizzing by....the woman who hit me calls me a schmuck and the Old Guy is still stopped and now is checking his Heart Monitor for his pulse rate. Hey Grandpa..at your age, it should just say yes or no.
I'm up again, now limping a little, so you can't pick me out of the herd. Got to make it back to my car.
Every day is a little harder. What do we have to look forward to in the future?
Depends.....
