Two Jackets

I thought about our 46rh President today.

And not because of politics, either then or now.

Rather because I remembered the day the then Leader of our country had difficulty putting on his jacket.

And I recalled my Mom’s oft quoted saying:

‘It’s all in the way you look at things.”

I recalled feeling a vague sympathy for President Biden on the afternoon when the incident was shown on tv, but also a flash of envy because the elderly gentleman always had so much help.

I had none today when I wrestled with removing my own navy blue blazer and admittedly it was a struggle. Frankly, it became a battle between the garment and me. The well made Eileen Fisher jacket came close to winning, and I came closer to having an anxiety attack.

Thinking about the incident later, I wondered how comfortable I would have been watching my age related clumsiness pictured on a TV screen.

Frankly, I would have been humiliated as well as embarrassed realizing another of the unexpected indignities of age could be viewed by thousands of my fellow citizens.

I have never been old before, but I wish I had read Shakespeare’s opinion not about jackets, but age before it arrived in my life.

“All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts

And all the men and women merely players.”