GETTING ABOUT Sooner or later each of us will reach a physical stage in which we find we can not “get around as well as I used to”. It, of course, alludes to conditions which are perfectly normal. I some rare cases, we see a person who defies all set
notions about, growing old other than adding to the number of years one can claim.
I have been one who has had that advantage until. Until recently I have had that advantage. It has not been unusual for people to say I did not look as old as I admitted to being. That gave me a good feel, of course,but I maintained no illusions about staying that way for anything but a short span of time. I, over a period of several months, became more more dependent on my trusty cane. It ceased being just a tripod/lever arrangement used to facilitate getting up from seated position and standing firm, and because a questing gadget used to pre-judge any pathway I intended to take.
We all seem to have a bit of W.C. Fields in us, when we reach this stage of age. He did it so often when he feigned close association with John Barleycorn and needed to firm up his steps that twirling cane of his seemed to provide him with a third leg or arm and ready access to unusual places. In my cane-use period, I ,too, learned to pick up articles of clothing from shelves, hangers, or wherever I had dropped them. That's one of the first things you will learn to do...pickup just about anything by cane power alone. I quickly found how I could put my sock on using cane-power after having showered, shaved and be ready to move to the kitchen and get the coffee supply perked. Watch some TV news to see if we are still here. If not, go back to bed.
