January 21, 2004

Growing old is not for sissies

The Orkin man stopped by this morning. He’s just a plain guy like the rest of us, not so imposing as the TV termite busters. We’d had a visitation of moths making inroads on one of our better Asian rugs, so CP called Orkin for an unscheduled visit to check the invasion.

She was not here to receive this subsequent courtesy call just to see how things were. I was, but I’d as soon that I hadn’t been. For as he left, he patted me on the shoulder and said, “Are you feeling all right? Take care of yourself. You’re looking pretty good.”

That’s what he said, all in the interest of the best consumer relations and preventive care. But “Growing old is not for sissies” is what I thought.

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