Poor John McCain, fumbling around at the Comey hearings, confused, not making sense. We can sympathize. We are about the same age (John was born in August, 1936, so he is technically still 80, technically a year younger than me), and we have been there ourselves—many times— just not on nationwide TV. We still have good judgement and can make sound decisions, but thinking on our feet is no longer our strong point. That’s why I now put my thoughts in writing, in a blog.
Speaking extemporaneously is always dangerous for we octogenarians. We lose our train of thought midway in a conversation and realize we are not making sense even to ourselves. But we babble on. I find it best to just shut up. Our attempts to cover up our confusion are obvious to everyone and makes the situation worse. Just say “I’m 80, didn’t you know?” and stop. Everyone will understand. We graciously call it a “senior moment.”
Some people cannot walk and chew gum at the same time. We cannot talk and think at the same time. We can still be good at each, just not simultaneously. Enjoy this blog; you would be disappointed with my conversations.
Accept the inevitable, John, and join the rest of us. It will only get worse. Aging is the natural direction everything moves, animate and inanimate, and no one has yet to find a way to stop it, let alone reverse it. You can no longer do 50 burpees, but who cares? It’s okay. The trick is to find a way not to need to do those 50 burpees anymore, not to need to express complex thoughts with mathematically clarity. Life will go on as it always has without the thought you were trying to express. Save your sympathy for women who lose far more to aging than men.
(I earlier posted a blog about your first wife, Carol Shepp, who was at Lansdowne-Aldan High School one year behind me and of your weekend dates in Philly. It is still one of my most popular postings.)