Thoughts on Aging

Yesterday I went to see a play titled, “Swimming Upstream,” put on by a group called Viva. Most of the actors were in their sixties through eighties. The audience was liberally sprinkled with seniors in the same age range. While waiting for the play to start, I heard the following comment made behind me, “That doesn’t ring a bell with me, but my bells are kind of rusty.” The play dealt with topics of aging, the theme being “living against the current with heart and humor.” In one scene, a middle aged daughter was telling her mother to be careful of this and careful of that. The mother finally had enough and burst out, “You’re not the boss of me.” Then they laughed at how their roles had reversed. In another scene one of the actors commented, “Remember when thongs were things we wore on our feet.” After the play I took a walk along the Boulder Bike Path and noticed how I still paid attention to cracks in the sidewalk going back to when I was a kid and the saying was, “Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” How many of you remember this and still unconsciously or consciously step over sidewalk cracks?