When you get to be eight-six, there are not many
opportunities to feel young, so you have to make the most of those that crop
up. Now that we are in virtual lockdown
here in my retirement community, the dining rooms are closed and we order
dinner each day from a limited menu, with deliveries to our door at anywhere
between 4 and 5 in the evening. The main
course comes in a plastic container whose top is often rather difficult to
open. Each evening, shortly after the
food is delivered, our doorbell rings.
It is Addie, who lives on our floor, asking for help with
opening the container. Addie is a charming,
sprightly lady who will turn 98 in September.
She views me as the young man across the hall to whom she can turn for
assistance.
I love it.
3 comments:
Looks like you are still the young buck in certain circles!
The reverse increasingly happens to me, especially when traveling: I enter a crowded bus or train and some gorgeous young woman gets up and offers me her seat.
My mother who was born several years about 7 years before you used to sigh "Ah to be 70 again."
You have etched yourself onto the walls of the universe. I love you, Dr. Wolff.
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