“How old are you Matt?” asked my new student. She’s a precocious 6 years old girl who surprised me with how well she reads.
“I’m a thousand years old,” I answered. She giggled.
But these days I do feel a thousand years old. I have foot problems and I don’t want to take cortisone shots yet. My chiropractor says my back is uneven, one side is a bit higher than the other. The joint on my thumbs by my wrist still aren’t 100%. Yesterday morning, I woke up with stabbing shoulder pains. Ugh.
She challenged me to Jenga (that game with wooden blocks that tumble if you take out the wrong one). I don’t like that game is the noise it makes when it tumbles. The entire room goes silent as they stare at me. And it’s always me.
When I played it with her, I pull out those wooden blocks very slowly. This drives my new student nuts. So I do it even slower to bug her. I told her we should glue or tape these blocks together so they don’t fall. “No!”
“How about if I just take it from the top?”
She won and gave me the choice of 3 challenges.
- Do the splits.
- Do a cartwheel.
- Do a pike.
I pleaded for mercy. Thankfully she let me off but not before demonstrating how easy it is to do all 3.
As my cousin told me, growing old is not for the weak.