Yesterday’s paper told of 90 year old trucker Brian Wilson who’s been driving HGVs for 70 years. Last month he passed his annual medical; he still works 5 days a week. The headline was ‘Trucker, 90, puts the ‘age’ in haulage’.
Tuesday afternoon I was reading with cup of coffee in my hand. I nodded off, spilling coffee down the front of my trousers. I awoke with a strange feeling…! It looked as if I’d wet myself. Putting the ‘age’ in spillage.
I’ve already had a cup of tea and a cup of coffee this morning. Yesterday I met Bill for coffee; today I’ll meet Chris, later I’ll see Barrie. At our Men’s Shed ‘teas-up’ is an important announcement. Putting the ‘age’ in beverage.
On Tuesday the grandchildren came round. I chatted with Hannah about our shared interest in musical theatre; it was scary to see that Luca’s developing a sense of humour similar to ours… And we must review our will this year… Putting the ‘age’ in ‘heritage’.
Talking with other senior citizens the conversation often turns to our health… the medication we’re on, the surgery we need, friends we know who are worse off than we are… Putting the ‘age’ in dosage, bandage… and sometimes dotage.
We’ve been married for over 50 years. We’ve lived in this house – 4 bedrooms and a large garden – for 36 years. All’s good. One day we may need to downsize. Putting the ‘age’ into marriage and cottage.
Reflecting on life’s journey thus far… events, families, happy times, sad times, people valued, lessons learnt… Reflecting on faith that’s changed through the years… trusting a good, faithful God that’s travelled with me. Putting the ‘age’ in pilgrimage’.
I wonder what the future holds – our physical health, mental health, the future of our friends and family. This morning I read 80-year-old Moses telling Israel ‘Do not be afraid’ and ‘God will be with you’ when facing an uncertain future. ‘Putting the ‘age’ in courage.’