Need a little extra assistance?

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When I go to the grocery these days, I try to remember that I am eligible for the senior discount. I don’t feel all that “senior,” but apparently I am according to my driver’s license. My wife still looks young and she was buying wine the other day and the clerk asked her for her ID. Boy, what a compliment.

To me, they ask, “Do you need some assistance?”

“To get to the car, you mean? To locate my car? To get out with all these groceries?”

I don’t know. I take medicine to keep me going. Every pill comes with instructions, “If you take these, they might make you pass out. Don’t drive. Get up slowly. You might feel dizzy.”

Why am I taking these pills, I forgot. Did I remember to take them? Oh, yes.

I remember my poor Grandmother sitting at her kitchen table with her pill box in front of her and a clock on the wall. My uncle said she just sat there all day waiting to take her pills and trying remember to do that. That was sad description, but true.

My Dad and his brothers and sisters arranged for Grandma to go into assisted living, so she wouldn’t have to worry about taking those pills anymore. I think she enjoyed being around other seniors there. One was my Great Uncle. He couldn’t hear, but he laughed a lot.

When we wind down in life, hopefully, we keep a sense of humor. My Dad sent to me the photo that is posted here with an email that said: “Forwarded to you. I got this by mistake, I think.”

It came from Carl Koch who is one of my Dad’s friends who has a website called two-fisted birdwatcher.com. He is funny!