I have come to the realization that there are many things I’m getting too old to do anymore.
Like wear a T-shirt.
I saw a woman of a certain age on an airplane in a T-shirt recently and thought it looked very inappropriate.
I understand that she may have just attended a great convention she wanted people to know about or she may have wanted to espouse a certain cause: whatever. But wearing a T-shirt isn’t the way to do it, at her age, in my opinion.
And I’ve decided I’m too old to shop all over town for bargains or use coupons anymore.
We don’t buy as much as we used to, and if picking up an item that costs 50 cents more than advertised somewhere else will keep me from heading to another location, it’s going in the cart. Having one more stop is becoming a waste of time and I’d probably buy way more at the bargain store than I needed anyway.
Before I went to Kroger the other day I checked out the coupons they mailed me.
There was one for produce (I needed that), $1.50 off three greeting cards ( needed those, too) and mayonnaise, among other things.
I paper-clipped the coupons to my list and diligently checked them as I shopped, making sure I had the right size and item.
When I unloaded my groceries I found those very coupons – unused -- still paper-clipped beside my wallet. It was then that I decided “No More.”
I’m also getting to old to sit through a whole football game.
That realization came last fall at University of Tennessee game when my back started hurting after the first quarter.
And that particular game wasn’t even televised.
When attending a televised game a referee-type person in white stands on the edge of the field while television commercials are being aired and signals when the game can begin again. It lengthens the game miserably.
Even my football-loving husband Tommy said recently that with the great televisions we have now and with instant replay, why not watch in comfort of your own home? Even he said he sometimes wonders why he goes.
And I’m getting too old to pick up things after I drop them on the floor.
The last time I was in New York while strolling my grandchildren I couldn’t fully reach down to pick up a toy they had dropped on the street.
It was one of those cold, rainy days when my arthritic toes and fingers were throbbing.
I tried not to let my daughter Anne see how hard it was because I know it’s disconcerting for her to see her parent age. But I did wonder what else I could pick up while I was down there.
Yes, I’m getting too old to reach down and pick up things, and the only remedy I think might help is to start a stretching routine. Sue Meadow told me there’s a good one on Channel 5 at 5 a.m.. daily and perhaps I’ll start recording it to try later in the day.
And I’ve decided I’m too old to meet deadlines anymore, and for that reason I have decided to retire from The Post at the end of this month (when my husband Tommy is retiring).
When I told my children my decision they said: “Mom, we don’t want to miss reading you” and I told them they could search the archives online for the past seven years. That would keep them busy for a while.
So I’m off to contemplate retirement ...’til next week.