Toby Keith sings a song about not being as good as he once was, but as good once as he ever was. Well when you get older and older you get less and less good. I like to say that I don’t bounce as high as I once did. It’s all a part of nature’s plan. Even though you think you can still do everything you once did, you can’t. If I could, I would save a lot of money fixing things that I know how to fix, but just can’t get there anymore. Grumpy old men have no business up a twenty foot ladder or on top of a roof.
However, when you get older, you do find ways of compensating. One becomes creative in approaching projects that should be simple, but no longer are. And, I will mention that battery powered drills had to have been invented by an old person. It’s the only way to hold a light fixture and put a screw in at the same time.
My friend Ronnie and his wife divide up mowing their property. He rides the big mower on the large area. She mows the smaller front yard with a push mower. Lately she has begun tiring out by the time she makes a couple of rounds. She has to stop and rest several times to get the lawn done. Here is where a creative mind comes into play. I think he is going to get her one of those self-propelled mowers with about a fifty horse power motor. All she will have to do is hang on and get her feet down onto the ground when she needs to make a turn.
Now that’s being creative.
PMO
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