t 72 – “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks” – or can you?A
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Balance, blood pressure, seeing, and peeing; all driven by signals from the brain; and not by my controlling self – all need some attention. (I omit that other most intimate of activities that relies on the brain for performance, because you already know, old people “just don’t do it” anyway.)
The daily remedies just add to my already busy schedule. Doctor, podiatrist, osteopath, optician, and guru all play their parts. I’m practising standing on one leg concentrating on my core to regain youthful balance; meditation has become a daily ritual that I’m finding restful, and hopefully calming for the old spikes in my labile blood pressure; a trial of bifocals for computer and reading may delay a replacement of my 23 year old corneal transplant; and a little ‘re-bore’ of my prostate by laser last month should have me giving the old race horses a run for their money.
All this before I take off again to a wedding in California in a few weeks’ time.
And in this week that we commemorate the commencement of World War I, I take from the Ode of Remembrance: ‘Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn’
I intend to keep on keeping on for as long as my old legs (and eyes) will let me! You can look forward to a lot more of reading about my travels to exciting places, stories, photographs and of course pictures of what I had for dinner yesterday.
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