What got me to thinking about becoming old was a remark made by my physician during an annual physical. “You have lived beyond your life expectancy.”
“Gee, Doctor C, that’s nice to know. How much more can I expect?” I said. His name is hard to spell, so everybody calls him Doctor C. We talked about cholesterol, triglycerides, potassium and colonoscopies.
“When did you have your last colonoscopy?”
“I’ve tried to forget,” I said.
I suddenly thought about my age. Tony Curtis died at my age. Charlton Heston and John Wayne are gone. It was like a red flag. I had better be prepared.
I need to teach my wife responsibilities with which she is unfamiliar. I need to update my files. I need to hug my family often.
I need to stroll in the woods to watch woodpeckers. I need to chase swirling snowflakes. I need to study the praying mantis on my upper deck. I need to look for spacecraft crossing the sky at night.
I need to tell my wife how much I treasure our years together. I need to lie on my hammock and watch the hummingbirds.
I need to visit the 101st Airborne Division’s Museum in Fort Campbell, Ky., again to salute my brother’s shadowbox, containing his military memorabilia.
I need to prepare to be prepared.
But, George Burns signed a 20-year contract in Las Vegas when he was 100 years old. Maybe there’s less urgency.
Bill York lives in Stone Mountain. Reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org.