Saturday, August 27, 2011

I really saw myself the other evening

If you click here you will see Besse Cooper, currently the world’s oldest person. She turned 115 on Friday, August 26, 2011, and lives right here in Georgia. She attained the title when a woman in Brazil died in June.

In my part of the state -- the part we lump together and call “North Atlanta” -- we also have Dr. Leila Denmark, who is 113. She is currently the 7th-oldest person alive in the world. Much beloved locally, she was the oldest practicing pediatrician in the world when she retired at the age of 103 in 2001.

Compared to them, I’m still a youngster at 70.

There’s a guy about my age in England who writes a blog called Grumpy Old Ken that is usually a real hoot. Now and then, though, he makes us stop laughing and brings a tear to the eye.
A good example is this recent post of his, which includes a poem about an old man being cared for by nurses.

Ken mentioned the current state of his teeth, his eyesight, his knees, and his departing hair as signs of his own rapid decline. With me, it’s something else altogether. I could deny it until the other evening, but I cannot deny it any longer.

The other evening, Mrs. RWP and I were watching television when she suddenly said, “Would you get me a Q-tip?”

Being the helpful, thoughtful, and thoroughly obedient husband that I am, I immediately arose and walked toward the master bedroom because the master bedroom leads to the master bathroom and that’s where the Q-tips are. I thought I heard Mrs. RWP say, “Where are you going?” but I didn’t answer because she knew darned well where I was going.

I retrieved a Q-tip and brought it back to Mrs. RWP, who was still sitting in her chair watching television. I stood in front of her and held up the Q-tip. She had a quizzical look on her face.

“What is that?” she said.

“You asked me to get you a Q-tip,” I said, growing a little impatient and wondering whether Mrs. RWP was at last beginning to lose it. “Here it is.”

“I didn’t ask for a Q-tip," Mrs. RWP replied. “I asked if you would get me a few chips.”


We both had a good laugh.

It was a simple mistake.
I told myself anyone could make it.

But I'm the one who did.

In his post, Grumpy Old Ken quoted a couple of famous lines written by Robert Burns:

“O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!”

You know what? I really saw myself the other evening.

12 comments:

Jinksy said...

Maybe time to gently waggle one of those Q-Tips in each ear to dist it out? LOL

Reamus said...

Jinksy has a good idea, RWP, one should be able to clear that up with a bit of cleaning and concentration!

You're too young to have any other explanation suffice.

Thanks, by the way for stopping by today and the comment.

Regards,

Reamus

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Thanks for visiting and the mention. I really am losing it. I could have sworn you were female! Who am I mixing you with I wonder.By the way, the professional layout and content (news etc) of your blog makes me very jealous. Keep smiling!

rhymeswithplague said...

Jinksy, I have never had my ears disted out and I'm not sure I want to begin now. Seriously, I don't know what you mean. Do you mean "dusted" out? That doesn't sound right either. "Disc" it out, as in with a tractor? No, thank you. I am completely in the dark.

Reamus, I have come to believe that when someone says "you're too young" to a person of my age it means I'm over the hill in more ways than one.

Ken, nope, not female. Maybe you had me confused with Jinksy (see first comment). We're practically twins. Oh, and thanks for the compliment on my blog. You're slouch yourself, you know.

Yorkshire Pudding said...

One little slip up, that's all. Maybe you weren't listening properly. Perhaps you need your ears syringing. From this distance you seem to be a mentally agile seventy year old who still very much enjoys the business of living. Keep on keeping on Mr B!

rhymeswithplague said...

Grumpy Old Ken, whoops! I meant, of course, no slouch yourself.

Yorkshire Pudding, you're too kind. But a little transatlantic mush is nice, now and then.

Helsie said...

I'm watching my elderly parents begin to fade ( both 89 ). As my dear old Dad says "Old age doesn't have much going for it !"
That poem gives us all a bit of a wake up call doesn't it? We do tend to get a bit impatient with them.
Cheers
Helen

rhymeswithplague said...

Helsie, thanks for your comment. Brisbane is lovely this time of year. Mrs. RWP says, "Old age ain't for sissies."

Elizabeth said...

You're doing just fine, Bob...thamk you for the wisdom and kindness that you're age has given you. xx

rhymeswithplague said...

Elizabeth, given this new perspective on myself, I must admit that I could be quite a bit kinder to people, and as for the wisdom, I think it is just that I have lived long enough to (a) get the bigger picture most of the time and (b) know what works and what doesn't. But thank you for saying I am kind and wise. I had very little to do with it. We are the result of the things that shape our lives.

Elizabeth said...

My sentiments exactly. Don't be a stranger. xx

Carolina said...

Easy mistake to make. I've often confused a few chips with Q-tips ;-)