Evidently, aging doesn’t grow old for some, or so I’ve been told
A woman who always reads this column told me that she has heard comments that people aren’t as enthused over my political columns and look forward to Aging’s return. So here goes.
How many years have I been writing this column? For a good number of years, I didn’t keep dates on the file copies so I can’t be sure, but over 40 copies are in that folder.
For a definitely older fellow writing a few more isn’t that difficult. I hope editor Shelley Nelson will print some of both because I believe that our growing wealth inequality bids very serious danger to the U.S.A.
Let me open this Aging piece with a prayer for those of us who are:
So far today,
I’ve done all right —
I haven’t gossiped and
I haven’t lost my temper,
I haven’t been grumpy,
nasty or selfish.
But — in a few minutes, God,
I’m going to get out of bed,
And that’s when I’m going to
need a lot of help.
My grandson from Ohio sent me a clipping on “The Art of Aging” by Atul Gawande. He wrote a book entitled, “The Way We Age Now,” and he summarizes as follows:
The science is compelling: exercise, decent nutrition, and emotional and social connections are biological intervention that exceeds anything that medicine has to offer.
My wife and I are trying to implement these important points. We both go to the YMCA three times a week, and she shops and cooks for the nutritional food. We both have volunteered and our Retired Senior Volunteer Program and Senior Connections right here in Superior are excellent sources of volunteer opportunities. Not only does giving help others, it gives emotional satisfaction to the givers.
I have visited the 29 RSVP sites in Douglas County and saw the serious pleasure that volunteers displayed when helping others.
I believe that humor plays an important part as well. Some comments that I believe fit that bill:
I constantly walk into a room and don’t remember why. For some reason, I think there is going to be a clue in the fridge.
You know you are getting old when work is a lot less fun and fun is a lot more work.
After painting the town red, you have to take a long rest before applying a second coat.
I’m not afraid of death. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.
If you can’t be on time — be early.
My wife has tons of credit cards; there are so many magnetic strips in her purse, the purse points north.
The gleam in your eyes is from the sun hitting your bifocals.
Everything hurts and what doesn’t hurt doesn’t work.
You look forward to a dull evening.
Bernie Hughes, Ed.D, is a retired educator who resides in Superior. He can be reached at bernie3024@