June 2, 2005
Older
My doc is half my age. I asked him if he had many patients as old as I. He smiled, said several, older. For some unknown reason, I found comfort in that, reassured, I guess, that older is possible.
Based on that faulty logic, a recent evening network news segment about a couple celebrating their 80th anniversary should have reassured me even more. The guy kept going to sleep during the interview, each time, gently shaken awake by his companion, and protesting that he wasn’t asleep. He is 103, or was at the time. Maybe older’s not so hot after all.
I’ve a friend and colleague who’s an amateur Jungian analyst and who kindly reads OoN. He sometimes cyber analyzes me by what I write. I’ll probably hear from him, suggesting I’m preoccupied with aging — again. Defensively, I’ll tell him I’m not, that I’ve been reenergized by my diocese’s affirmative aging malarkey.