The Old Coot gets off track (as usual).
By Merlin Lessler
I write to laugh at today’s world and my ineptness to adapt
to it. Sometimes I get off track and stuck on grievance, again and again, but eventually
that helps me accept it. I kept getting stuck on how hard it is to open things
sealed in plastic or bottles with tops that are too small to grip. I’ve aired
those complaints so often the issue has become an amusement. When I’m
confronted with it, I laugh out loud as I struggle to open something.
I also write with a “Pass-the-Wisdom-along,” theme, in an
attempt to give people headed toward old age a glimpse of the issues they will
face, a roadmap to help prepare for the inevitable. And, to learn to laugh at themselves
rather than fret over it on the steps along the old age path.
The old age journey is much easier in Japan where the elderly
are respected, even revered. The journey is different here in our youth-oriented
society. Old coots are either invisible to young people or a joke. We learn to laugh
at ourselves along with them, knowing their day will come. If you laugh at life
in general and old age in particular, the journey in all its absurdity is a more
pleasant way to travel.
I stumble around with a lack of balance caused by neuropathy
in my feet and legs. But I do get around, and pretty well. Especially if I’m
using a walking stick or simply touching something nearby. Any stable object or
a person’s shoulder will do. I learned that technique from my friend Doc
Williams, who gave a talk on balance at a Rotary meeting several years ago. He
especially stressed using a stick rather than a cane, so you walk upright.
I’m scratching my head at this point, wondering what I was
trying to get at in this article. You would think that after writing over 1500 old
coot essays, I would be able to stay on track, but I can’t. I put a pen in my
hand, grab a piece of paper and off I go. Often not knowing where. The stuff
spins out on its own and I take credit for it. Sometimes something good,
sometimes something bad, and often something I never expected.
Comments? Complaints? Send to – mlessler7@gmail.com
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