Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for November 17, 2014
Transcript:
Val: Hi, Mom! Gramma Evie: VAL! What a surprise! Val: Did I catch you at a good time? Gramma Evie: Yes! I took the day off from the house build... Val: Why?? Feeling sick? Gramma Evie: Oh, no...but I AM 68... Val: Feeling old...ish? Gramma Evie: Focus on the ish!
By my reckoning, I’m 79.8 (I used the online calculator). Although I got to gym three times a week and am thin because of long-undiagnosed food sensitivies, I’ve reached the “Are you SURE you don’t want a wheelchair?” stage when at the airport. I also stagger a bit, just as my mom did when she was my age. Her sister had Charcot-Marie-Tooth syndrome, and mom and the rest of her siblings developed essential tremor if they lived long enough. I also appear to have inherited subclinical logorrhea from my mom (imagine that!). ANYhow, it generally takes me 1 1/2 to 2 hours to read the comics in the Tampa Bay Times, plus reading and commenting on twenty comics (ten each) on gocomics and seattlepi. That’s why I’ll never amount to anything.