Tale Weaver – #247 – Caught – 31st October – I’ve Caught Old Age

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“I think I’ve caught old age,” she said.

“What makes you say that? I asked.

“Well, things are happening. I’ve been in denial so long, but in the last few days I noticed things.”

“Like?”

“Yesterday I went down to the corner to catch the bus. Usually, it’s only a few minutes. As I got near the corner, the bus pulled up. I set off in a jog to catch it, but my legs wouldn’t work. I was still twenty metres away when it pulled out.”

She sat there looking very despondent.

“I mean you are over sixty, it was going to happen sooner rather than later,” I said trying to be helpful.

“Yes but to other people. You know I’ve started puffing coming up the stairs? Who’d a thought after going up and down for so many years I’d start puffing on them? To make matters worse, I tripped on the second one, had to reach out and stop myself coming a right buster on them.”

“Well, it could have been worse.”

“How?”

“Well, you might have tripped going down and that might have spelt a greater disaster. You could have broken a leg, a hip, and at our age, the healing process is a whole lot slower.”

She sat on the lounge, her face like that of a wet week.

At last, she drew in a huge breath and said: “I’ve caught old age, haven’t I?”

“It’s not that you’ve caught it, its more that your age has caught up to you. You can’t be the ball of energy you’ve always been. Our bodies can’t keep it up forever as much as we’d like to. Its time to slow down.”

“Oh poppycock!” she exclaimed and getting up went inside coming out a few minutes later with her walking gear on, joggers at the ready. “I’m off on a walk, expect me when you see me.” With that, she was out the door and off.

She enjoyed walking, and I hoped a walk might lift her mood.

A little later she returned, and I noticed she had drunk more than half of her water bottle.

“Thirsty out this morning?” I asked.

“No, it’s hot. I usually go out much earlier.”

With that, she sat down and took off her joggers. “I couldn’t get up the hill like I used to you know.”

It was a statement more than anything else but well within the context of our earlier conversation.

“We aren’t spring chickens anymore, you and I, but we are still here,” I offered and sitting down beside her took her hand, which she gratefully accepted.

 

 

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6 Responses to Tale Weaver – #247 – Caught – 31st October – I’ve Caught Old Age

  1. Sadje says:

    Oh! So this is what I have caught too? Old age! I thought one had to be old to get it, not nearly sixty. Throughly enjoyed your story. 😃🤪

  2. Being over the hill myself, though admittedly a low hill, I disguise my lack of performance by taking regular breaks to take photos. Works a treat. So, it takes me longer to complete the walks, but I’ve a camera full of memories… ready for what that part fails as well. 🙂

  3. Lyn says:

    Sadly, it’s very contagious 😦

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