My Fitness Center reopened over the summer and yet I haven’t returned. That’s strange, considering I’ve been an OCD work-out freak most of my adult life – even in my disabled and wheelchair recent years. Why the hesitation, I ask myself.
It has been said that Lyndon Baines Johnson – LBJ - the thirty-sixth POTUS, gave monogrammed electric toothbrushes to White House staffers so they would be reminded of him the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night
I live among old people. I’m one of them. 87 years old. That’s the average age of Assisted Living Facility (ALF) residents. Pretty accurate in our ALF: many in the eighty decade, several nonagenarians, one centenarian + 2 or 3 years. Quite an assortment of Geezers and Gezzerettes. No wonder I feel old!
Powering my way through octogenarianism, I eschew mere sitting on my tuchus as the decade tick away. But suddenly I have an AH HAH! Moment: Why no go back to school – post-secondary, of course – at the neighboring university?