The small things ceased to exist sometime ago, and I am only now realizing it.
Everything has become major. I recently renewed my driver’s license. Now that has always been a major event. Getting the book, reading the book, remembering the book, remembering where one should stop for the trolley—what trolley? We don’t have a trolley. I don’t drive where they have a trolley. This version of the test should only be given in highly populated, multi-transportation areas.
I did all of the above except when I called for a book, none were available until January 2023. Huh? But my due date is in November. Checked the internet for changes to the 2020 book (copy of which I have). They were not available. And then the good news. I wasn’t required to take the test after all. Postponed again, even if older then 75. This process could have been one of the small things.
The “normal” small things used to be showering, dressing, fixing breakfast, taking a pill, brushing teeth. Well, things do change and how they change is staggering. When showering, it can be scary. No more bending over to wash the feet, bending backward under the shower to rinse the hair, or suspending in space to use the lotion. The best investment we made is the handy, dandy steel bars we had installed in the shower.
And then there is dressing. I count the times it takes me to get a foot into one leg of my trousers. I start out not holding on. As if that will still work. Then I hold on. That is always a feat. First the sink’s counter, then some wall space. A quick step here and a quick step there (staggering) and “walla”, one foot down. Next! Of course by this time I am totally out of breath. Also about this time, I ask myself, “Why am I not still in bed?” But oh no! It’s “watch out world, here I come”. It just takes longer and longer, and longer, and...