RobArt Penguin

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I’m not sure that applies to aging. I’m dating myself, but my daughter told me I should pick a better word to describe food in my book, than “victuals.” It seems I have dated myself to the fifteen century. Yes, I’m getting up there. Humidity is a dirty word now. I get all new vaccines first because I’m in a fragile class. I’m not allowed to scale trees or trounce around on rooftops anymore because a fall would probably kill me. I gave in and bought a snowblower because it took too many outings to clear the snow with a shovel. (I always had to stop when my ears started ringing, my heart was pounding and I got dizzy.) I have more aches in pains by doing nothing than when I did vigorous exercise. So, I don’t feel stronger by aging. But if wisdom is a sign of strength, then I perhaps aging is making me stronger. I have room for improvement, but I’m letting less things bother me. I do my best to ignore things I can’t control like whether the Feds are going to hike the interest rates or the banana is going extinct. And I can’t worry about aging, because that is always going to happen.