Aging

As I charged along after my new pup yesterday, feeling the strain in my shins, ankles, knees, and back, I grew aware of the frequency of references in one 24-hour period to old age. One of my 80-something writers told us that so much of her time now is devoted to “maintenance.” Robert Redford spoke on the radio about his new movie, “Walk in the Woods,” saying that at nearly 80, he now has to consider “being careful”—advice I received a month ago after a fall. And then in my Chatham night class we discussed the Eliot poem, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, with the lines, “I am old, I am old, I will wear my trousers rolled.”
And this morning Bob celebrates a birthday and is as ancient as I am for about six more weeks. The combination of blindness deafness, and old age is a recipe for challenge. Arg!

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About Sally Hobart Alexander

Blinded at the age of twenty-six, I left California and elementary school teaching for life in Pittsburgh, Pa. There, I met my husband, got a Masters' degree in social work, had two kids, now 35 and 32, and became a writer. Surprisingly, the writing career led me full-circle to teaching, and I teach in Chatham University's M.F.A. program and lead two writing critique groups. Always, since the age of 26, I have traveled, not in the stereotypic darkness attributed to blindness, but a mist. My blog then, "traveling through the mist" will deal with issues in my culturally different life as a blind writer, teacher, speaker, and human being.
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