Yesterday Steve got pretty sick and it required a trip to the doctor and the hospital for some diagnostic xrays. We saw a doctor who was new to us, and she called Steve “sir”. She was clearly 20 years younger (and very competent, I will add). At the hospital he got lightheaded and they delivered an old guy in a wheelchair to me. He’s doing better today, but I think this means we’re….aging.
But there’s hope. While I was waiting for Steve I checked my Facebook on my iPhone and my mom friended me. Grandma Jan is on Facebook. Just let that sentence sink in for a moment. Even if you don’t know my mom (though if you read this blog, you kind of do), replace her name with your mom’s name and imagine those words.
My mother, curious and interested in everything. She has her art school grandson show her how to use Facebook, so she can keep up with his art, keep up with her friends, and keep up with technology. How does it work that as I get older, she gets younger?
I guess it doesn’t matter, as long as she is what I have to look forward to.