This is Michael’s challenge this week:
As we age we are confronted by challenges that make us take stock of who we are.
Our health becomes a problem, we live on drugs prescribed by well meaning doctors, we slow down, we watch those around us suffer from one debilitating disease after another and we learn to live on the pension.
My question this week is to task you in creating a tale about the opportunities/or not old age presents to you.I’m what we would class as a UTW: Under Training Wrinkly.
I retired from office work in 2007, thinking I would have just 9 years to wait until reaching retirement age, but our government moved the goalposts and I now won’t qualify for a State Pension until 2022. The same goes for a free bus pass.
The money side of things is actually incidental as we have always lived frugally and to a budget. Come official retirement, in theory we should be quids in, but you watch TPTB botch that up for us.
One of the current perks of old age is a free TV licence for the over 75s.
Should we still be around at 75, we thought it would be something to look forward to, except there are plans to scrap it.
We haven’t had a TV for 12 years anyway, so I can’t say I’m upset about it!
I remember at school in the ’70s thinking come the turn of the century, I’ll be 43 and celebrating my 44th birthday that year. I never thought about getting old, my family getting old, and age didn’t seem to bother me so much then, but here we are almost 20 years after that event, and since hitting 60, things are going downhill!
Being the age I am doesn’t worry me, but the days, weeks, months and years pass faster and I cannot keep up.
Most days I can cope with the arthritis in my hands, the dodgy knees, stiffness in my back and joints, but other days I could cry with frustration when I can’t hold things, nothing is co-ordinated and it’s an effort to maintain an interest in anything.
My memory isn’t what it was, and it wasn’t uncommon to walk 30 feet from one end of the boat to the other and forget why. I’ll probably end up putting post-it notes everywhere before long, especially as it’s only about six feet from the lounge to the kitchen!
On the other hand, I can still remember faces, and once someone has told me the name of their dog, I don’t forget.
Hubby and I celebrate our 28th wedding anniversary tomorrow, 30 years since the day we met.
It was a weird feeling when we realised that each of us have known the other the longest in our lives (apart from family).
There are people in the darts team older than me and much more savvy with technology, smartphones, ipads and the like. I’m in awe of their skill and ability, feeling a bit of a numpty alongside them.
Then it comes to chalking a game, and I’m in a league of my own as I’m still old school.
I wonder how people see us sometimes. We watch other couples in our age group, and then wonder if they are our age group as it’s so difficult to judge now.
We plod along, the proverbial pair of comfy old slippers, a real Darby and Joan.
We may not move at the speed of light, but we get there eventually.
That’s the whole point though isn’t it, we get there, wherever ‘There’ is.