I spent the last thirty minutes
or so trying to make up mind if I should crawl out of this nice warm bed and
face the world. Having watched all the
local news channels I had already suffered through what seemed to b fifteen
weather forecasts and at least the same number of useless traffic reports
showing me tiny green blobs running up and down a representative highway
route. Isn’t it a shame cars don’t have a
nice flat screen TV's in them so commuters could use it to find out how fast
those little green things are traveling and where they would be running into
problems. They’d be able to check this all out while they text their friends
and adjust their makeup. Never could
figure out how this crap could help be out under my warm covers. Oh well, I
guess it’s time. Now for the morning
routine, sit on the edge of the bed, get my bearings, stand up and dare not
move until I’m sure these legs are balanced.
There’s no longer a jump off the mattress system even though the desire
to relieve myself is strong as ever. Ok,
I think I’m stable enough to make the trip.
With this chore completed I now
have to face the hard work, off to the sink.
Now in our house and I’m sure
yours, there’s a mirror right above the sink. Out of habit I tend to avoid
looking into it especially with my eyes half shut and squinty against the
bright morning sun shining in the window.
This morning for some strange reason I looked directly at the mirror
before starting to wash. Who the hell
was looking back at me? That face cannot
be mine; this must be some kind of twilight zone type event. This thing looking back at me was some pretty
wrinkled old guy who needed a shave, had hair standing up like Jack Nicholson’s
in the “Shining”. His head sat on a neck
attached to an overweight body in need of some major repairs and maybe even a “bra”. Brown age spots all over that tempted me to
get a marking pen and start connecting to see the picture it would create. A
closer look made me realize that the face belonged to me. When the hell did I get that old?
Now I have a big problem. How am I going to shave and wash each morning
without seeing this horrible image? Maybe I can do it without a mirror or maybe
I can manage in the dark. I’m sure there are a few things I can do to improve
this image, but I guess to be realistic I have to accept the fact that I was looking
at a soon to be 78 year old. So accept I
did, then brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair, and covered the body
with a shirt. After a tentative peak at
that mirror I decided that guy really wasn’t that bad especially after 78 years
of abuse.
