Garry complains a lot, but really, he isn’t complaining about one thing. Mostly, he’s complaining about getting old. He doesn’t like it. It wasn’t on his schedule. He was planning to be young. How did this happen?
Like everyone else, he has a variety of aches and pains. He doesn’t have terrible arthritis. His eyes — even with glaucoma — are holding their own. Hearing is not great, but it’s much better than it was. It has limitations. but overall, it’s a big improvement.
He’s in good shape, especially considering his age.
So yesterday, he was putting together the trash because Thursday (today) is trash pickup day. I asked him if he felt okay to pushing that big can of trash up the driveway.
He looked at me. “I,” he said, “Am a Marine.”
“Oorah,” I answered. Way to go, Garry.