I was swimming at the college pool the other day. When you\u2019re an old coot you have to keep moving or your body will lock up, like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz who needed an oil job to get him moving. So, I swim and ride a bike, two exercises that help keep me flexible without damaging my knees. Twenty-six years of jogging put mine on the endangered list. I\u2019m striving to keep them out of the operating room.<\/p>\n
Anyhow, I came out of the pool, walked across a large and busy parking lot, and caught my reflection in the window as I was getting in the car. It showed a big fish image on the front of my shirt. My memory is pretty good. (Well, it\u2019s okay. It\u2019s not too bad). It was good enough to know the fish is on the back of my shirt, not the front. My shirt was on backwards! I quickly pulled my arms out and turned it around, not daring to look around.<\/p>\n
Then, I checked my pants. They were on correctly; my shoes were on the right feet, the socks matched. It\u2019s a problem, this getting dressed business. For old coots! It\u2019s not that we\u2019re stupid; we just get distracted and don\u2019t pay attention to what we\u2019re doing. \u201cDistracted,\u201d you ask, \u201cWhat on earth could distract an old, unemployed (retired) guy with no kids at home or any actual pressing responsibilities?\u201d <\/p>\n