It’s Day 387 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are well.
If we’re fortunate to live long enough, there comes a time — for everyone, as far as I know — when our physical bodies begin to betray us. Even if we’re relatively healthy, the lithe and able self we remember from our youth no longer obeys our every command.
Oh, there are freaks of Nature out there, people who run marathons in their 90s, septuagenarian bodybuilders and the like, but don’t kid yourself (pun intended) — nothing stops time. No diet, no exercise regimen, no drugs and no surgical magic can restore what the years take away.
If we can’t defeat aging, then, what do we do?
We keep moving. No matter what, we have to stay in motion.
And that, my friends, is how I washed and waxed Ernie over the last two days. I refused to let this creaky old body stop moving ’til the job was done.
I woke up this morning suffering the expected aches and pains, after-effects of yesterday’s work washing the bus. It would’ve been easy for me to kick back and put off waxing it for a day or so.
I threw myself into the task early and simply declined to stop. Wax on, wax off, up and down the stepladder dozens of times, my hands touching every square inch of this 40-foot motorhome, committed to making a 17-year-old coach look as good as it possibly can.
Late this afternoon, stepping back and admiring the result, the sense of accomplishment was beyond what I can describe. Very gratifying.
All because I kept moving.
But that’s only half the battle, isn’t it? Because the years attack the mind as well as the body, we also must keep thinking.
That might explain why you have something new to read here every day.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.