As some of the clean up crew and I were killing time until we could take down the tables and chairs from the church bazaar yesterday, I was a participant in the following odd conversation between three other gentlemen and myself.<\/p>\n
M1<\/b>: Every since I turned 80, I’ve had to go to the 40 pound salt bags for my water softener. I just can’t lift the 50 pound ones anymore.<\/i><\/p>\n
M2<\/b>: Thats too bad. Every since I turned 85 I haven’t been able to carry even the 30 pound bags down the steps to the cellar for the softener. I’ve started keeping the bag on the porch and using a bucket to carry it down a few pounds at a time.<\/i><\/p>\n
M3<\/b>: Heck, I gave up even trying to carry them years ago. My problem is that not only can’t I carry them, I can’t remember why I find myself standing by the trunk of the car staring at the bag of salt. By the time I go in the house and ask my wife and get back out there, I can’t remember again. It works out well – my wife has been putting the salt in for at least the last five years. The last time I remember carrying in the salt was back around my 86th birthday and I’m 91 now.<\/i><\/p>\n
Me<\/b>: I’m young enough that I can still carry salt, I can still carry two bags of salt at a time pretty easily. The bad part is that it seems like a new joint aches every morning at this age.<\/i><\/p>\n
M2<\/b>: Give it time. In another 30 years you’ll be my age and then no one will even think of asking you to carry salt unless you are married to them.\u00c2\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
M3<\/b>: Son, you’ve just begun to discover one of the things we all know.<\/i><\/p>\n
Me<\/b>: What’s that?<\/i><\/p>\n
M1<\/b>: Getting old is not for the faint of heart or weak of constitution.<\/i><\/p>\n
Me<\/b>: Well, it likes like we can get to work.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Likewise, it is time for me to get on with real work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
As some of the clean up crew and I were killing time until we could take down the tables and chairs from the church bazaar yesterday, I was a participant in the following odd conversation between three other gentlemen and myself. M1: Every since I turned 80, I’ve had to go to the 40 pound … Continue reading A Conversation<\/span>