nonamedufus

Earlier this week the book I was reading wasn't doing it for me and as I sat there on the couch staring off into space my mind started to wander. I started thinking about how old I was and the life I've lived and how it all seemed to pass so fast over the last 64 years. Don't get me wrong. It's been a great life and there's very little I'd change but I was starting to think about my mortality and how my cancer over the last ten years had kind of put a crimp in things. Remember the Who singing "I hope I die before I get old"? There was a time, years ago, I believed that. Not so much anymore. And who can forget that line from the aging, tossed-aside film star Nora Desmond in one of my favourite films Sunset Boulevard; "I am big. It's the pictures that got small". But like Desmond I'm not fooling anyone. Not even myself. I am old. Like when I go to bed. Geez, I'm under the covers, hearing aids removed by 8:30pm. Good thing...

Well, truth be told, I'm three for three. My memory went a long time ago. Now my hearing and sight are caching up. Earlier this week I was fitted for hearing aids. Expensive? You bet your bippy. There were about 8 models to choose from. They still have the ones with the big blob of plastic that hangs over the back of your ear. I passed on the model in favour of the one that's totally inconspicuous as it's crammed half-way down your eustachian tube. This development is going to benefit two people: me…and Mrs D. You see Mrs D has been yelling at me for several years. It had nothing to do with the state of our marriage but instead the state of my hearing. And she hasn't been too pleased when we watch TV because I have to crank the volume up to some ungodly level that's so loud it practically makes her deaf. Anyway, in two weeks I'll be sporting my new ears and once more we'll be living in harmony. On to my sight. I wear glasses. Have for about 15 ...