This week I met a new retirement home reader with a great attitude. Mrs D. left a bridge game to give me her list of favourite authors and when I returned from the Bookmobile, she enthusiastically checked out my choices. "The new Stuart Woods! These are all Bestsellers! You're an angel." She piled her books (her regular print books) into her walker and happily departed. Mrs. D is 95.
My afternoon encounter with Mrs. D was the perfect antidote to my gloom after getting an email about an elderly friend who was cancelling lunch because her arthritis was bothering her. Rats. Old Age strikes again. Unless you clock out when you are about 40, you can't help but be aware of Retirement's evil twin, Aging. Retirement and Getting Old are pretty much joined at the hip and sometimes it is arthritic.
I steeled myself and called the arthritis sufferer. She spoke optimistically about hip surgery and an upcoming doctor's appointment. Yes, it is a nuisance, but she will be OK.
Once again, Attitude trumps Aging. I'd better start taking notes.