My Appropriate Get Up

By Jim Hagarty
2012

Early start on a chilly day earlier this week.

Getting dressed.

Blue jeans. T-shirt or long underwear top? Go with the latter, just in case. Sweatshirt over that. Fall jacket or winter coat? Winter one. One with the hood, just in case. Lined cap. Winter boots – no snow, but they’re cozy and warm. Pair of light gloves.

All set.

Drive downtown. See a young guy walking there – short-sleeved shirt, no coat; shorts; running shoes, if he owned sandals he might have worn them. I drive by him like I’m going caribou hunting, he strolls along like he’s on his way to the beach.

Getting old really sucks.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.