Slow

Now that I’m 78 ½ years old, I’ve been thinking about one word that describes the aging process for me.  The word came to me last night - SLOW.

• I walk slower, at home and going from a parking lot into a store and walking for exercise in Carolina Preserve.  Everyone passes me.
• I drive slower - at least in Cary (and I drive in the left lane because I never know when the right lane is going to end).
• Projects around home take two, three or four times longer.
• It took me two months to (almost) memorize the Carolina Preserve song (I call it our alma mater).
• Sometimes, I’m the last person to catch on to a joke, even on the rare occasion when I hear it correctly.
• Inputting data into Quicken and preparing my income tax on TurboTax take twice as long.
• I leave tools on my stepladder when I move it (I know I shouldn’t be on a ladder at my age).
• Emptying my bladder takes twice as long.
• Mental math takes longer, if I can do it at all
• I bend over slowly because I pulled a muscle in my back a couple of years ago by quickly bending over to tie my shoe.

On the positive side:

• I can do almost anything I once could - if I take my time.
• I still play golf, fly my radio controlled airplanes (fixed wing and multi-rotors), and walk two to three miles for exercise.
• I type as fast as my word processor will accept the letters.
• I work for hours in the yard on my wife’s plants and shrubs and still smile when she micromanages me.

All in all, I enjoy life and find satisfaction in my activities - but I sure am SLOW.

Seasoned Man

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