Aging doc

It’s tough getting older. When I look in the mirror, I see the face of an 18-year-old kid blasting down the highway in a 1965 Impala SS, with windows rolled down, my hair blowing wildly in the wind, and the music so loud people in the next county could sing along.

Of course, if I looked closely enough, I’d realize my beard is now gray as wood ash, and my hair went south with the geese years ago.

But even so, I don’t feel that old. I had some support on this view this recently when I signed books at the local library. Several people came up to me and said, “You’re younger than I thought you were.”

While saying “thank you, I’m flattered,” my mind wrestled with what they said, trying to decode the message.

Either I write like I’m really old, or the picture I use with my column does not do me justice. I can fix the picture, but trying to get more hip in my writing style might be more of a challenge.

If I’d been clever, I would have asked why they thought I was older, and the path forward would have been simpler.

Fast forward to this weekend: Jilda and I have been saving to build an addition onto our house. We want a small sunroom on one end with a basement/storm shelter underneath.

These days when a bad cloud comes up, we round our critters up and head to my bathroom with pillows around our heads. So, a storm shelter would be a welcome addition.

While discussing what else we’d like, I suggested expanding her bathroom, and perhaps installing a garden tub with a Jacuzzi.

We were driving down the road somewhere between home and Birmingham when I made this suggestion. I’d just taken a sip of tea when Jilda said, “At our age, it might be better to install wheelchair ramps, and a shower with a door wide enough for a walker.”

I spewed tea all over the dashboard and laughed so hard I almost choked.

Her humor is often subtle, and it sneaks up on me at inopportune moments.

I gained my composure and took a napkin from the glove box to wipe off the speedometer and steering wheel.

What she said was hilarious, but it was also right on the mark. We have friends our age who have houses so high off the ground you’d need a forklift to get them inside once their knees go.

Aging is not for wimps, and there are no manuals. We’ve taken good care of ourselves. We eat right for the most part, we exercise daily, we wear our seat belts and we do everything in moderation. Good Lord willing, we could live another 30 years.

And while I’d like to think that we’ll still be frolicking together in a Jacuzzi at 90, truth is, it would be much better to be able to take a shower even if I did have to lean on a walker.

Aging, it’s something to think about.

Rick will be attending the Annual Birmingham Library Local Author event at the downtown location on Feb. 2, from 10 a.m.-3 p.m.