Jerry's View: Don't eat that shiny apple
Just last week I was doing my daily grind on the treadmill while my faithful caregiver sat beside me on a recumbent bike. I did 15 minutes before she got tired, so out of a sense of duty, I stopped to console her.
After all she’s 30 years younger than I and it was only right that I should be aware of her limitations.
I was sweaty as a winter window. She seemed fresh as a new cucumber. Nobody told me women don’t sweat when they work out.
It is not easy being 93. I have to choose between fresh peaches, cereal and coffee each morning over maybe oatmeal and toast and juice. My own doc said I could eat what I want. That I’ve earned the right to it. I don’t know.
This long, hot summer has taken its toll on me. It seems like yesterday I was running barefoot through Peninsula Park in Portland, Oregon.
I was ten. It was sunny. We did not think about it much. Now, if I go out to my deck, I have to wear sunscreen and a hat. I have an umbrella to keep in the shade. What happened?
