THE CRUEL REMINDERS OF OLD AGE are a recurrent insult to one's younger, inner self. I can remember when… Why, there was a day… I used to be able to… There comes a time when one has to realize that the past is past or risk hurting oneself, or embarrassing oneself, or worse. This thought occurred to me this morning as I turned off my sixty-minute route into what I knew to be a thirty-three-minute alternate. The body sends messages to the head and the head better listen. So I turned right where I normally would go straight, and headed down a long hill past a medical facility that I'm trying hard to avoid having to be in. It was still dark, around 5:30 AM, and the birds were beginning to greet the new day with song. About forty yards up ahead I saw the shadow of what I took to be a possum crossing the road into some woods. I heard a vehicle approaching from behind me and guessed, correctly, that it was a pickup truck, based on the throaty hum of its exhaust. Another right turn and a couple of hundred yards or so brought me to a somewhat overgrown path through another wooded area that would bring me out just four mailboxes down from my house. Every day re-shapes me just a bit. Tomorrow I'll be a new old man.
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