The Aisle of Incontinence
I used to be young. It wasn’t that long ago. Today I am
pushing a loudly rattling grocery cart through Target, doing some shopping for
dinner. I always seem to get the loudly rattling or squeaky cart or the one
with the wheel that does not turn at all and cuts you short in the belly when you try to change direction. Maybe I should mark them with permanent color markers. Red
for rattle, sapphire for squeak, blue for wheel. This is my life now.
Suddenly I find myself in an aisle I’ve never been down or
even seen before. The shelves seem towering with stacked boxes and plastic
packages of….incontinency supplies. Is this a sign? Just as I am thinking about
getting old I turn down an entire supermarket aisle devoted to “Depends” and
its competitors. Is the sheer in-stock volume of these senior diapers due to the Baby Boomers all getting incontinent at once?
My speed leaving the Aisle of Incontinence made the cart
squeak not only faster but louder. Trying to forget about this incident, I
looked around in sporting goods and realized that I really needed to find the
restroom.
2 comments:
The Aisle of Incontinence
!!! You used to be young? You are still, CB. I'm 66 and I'm young so you must be. It's all programming! I am convinced. We are meant to live well into the 100's, perhaps 150 years. I think we've been sold a bill of goods—time to purge. Time to erase. It's that time in history/herstory to tune in, turn on, and drop out, again. I don't know the secret of survival through what we are entering (this storm of time) but I know what it was called in DUNE: Kralizec. The typhoon struggle at the end of the Universe. Not the end here, though. Some (as always) will fall away. others will live marginally. Others (a few) will prosper. Art and music and the humanities will all seem to recede. Eventually it will be still, quiet, maddeningly empty. Then life will return in its changed form. Call me when you can if you still have my #. Love, Jessica
Young and old at the same time...
I just went body surfing with my Dad in Encinitas last week, I hadn't done that in over 40 years, when it ceased being cool, trying to act old then and happy that we are still both alive today.
The corporate world let me know last week that I am old, impotent and no longer a threat on any level. I purchased an old corvette for summer driving and when I went to insure it (and being an old guy I picked a high liability zero deductible number) I was told that it would be $65 per year to add the car, and since we were halfway through the year to just send them $25!
I'll use the saved money for my copays....
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