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are ineffectual at figuring out whether the kickee can still go—
which I can. But the question really means “What are you? Are
you interesting enough to talk to—even though you’re old?” To
which I would like to reply, if only it were asked directly, “Well, I
think I am, but you’ll just have to find out for yourself.” What I do
instead is answer the question they actually ask. “Oh I’m fine,” I
say brightly, skip the organ recital, and launch off into politics or
world affairs—or the garden. I have no idea how to behave differ-
ently until I feel different, and—except for a bit more reluctance
to go out and work when the weather isn’t good—I don’t.
Actually, now that you ask, I’m fine. I do have scoliosis. And I
don’t want that to get so bad that I can’t stride down the street for
the next ten years or so on my funny feet, but it doesn’t hurt, and
it’s certainly not the main thing on my mind. Well, sometimes
it is. I was talking to another aging friend of mine once about
how much better I looked in the mirror first thing in the morn-
ing when my back was relatively straight and my belly reasonably
flat, than at the end of the day when everything seemed to have
collapsed into bulges in reaction to a day of uprightness. She
laughed and said, “Yeah, that gravity—it’s awful.”
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