These three words seem to be popping up in our daily conversations and conscience more and more often now. We’re gradually noticing that the fine lines on our faces are becoming more apparent, the aches and pains as a result of sports injuries are becoming harder to get over, and the ‘Homer Simpson D’oh moments’ are occurring semi-regularly. We even ‘smell older’, if you can believe that.
Just this morning, during our run, J mentioned that his plantar fasciitis keeps acting up when he walks. So he asked me to help him find a good pair of New Balance walking shoes. WALKING SHOES! THAT’S ‘LIKE’ FOR OLD PEOPLE!
Speaking of baby bottoms… Decades ago, when my cousin was just an infant, I remember my uncle brag how the newborn’s poop actually smelled good ”真的好香！“ Not sure if it was true or that my uncle was certifiably insane at the time, but I’ll bet baby poop probably is a little more aromatic than ‘old people smell’. In our twenties, J and I would exercise and hang out together in the park without either one of us noticing the other’s ‘scent’; but now, shortly after working out, you’d undoubtedly hear someone say, “honey, you should take a shower.” 唉！真的老了！
All joking aside, I’m honestly OK with the physical deterioration over time, just as long as we stay mentally sharp up until the day we leave this world. I’m OK the with idea of us walking around looking like a pair of arthritic Shar Peis, just as long as we can remember where we last left our dentures (oh, and our deodorant).