These Old Bones of Mine (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 21 2023	Views/Reads: 474/326	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I am a proponent of joy, but I never thought of bones being associated with joy. As I get older, I am discovering just how important my bones are. From now on, whenever one of my bones creaks, I will rejoice to know that God keeps all my bones.

I had a frightening experience the other day. I know I must be getting
old because things that never frightened me before frighten me. I also 
see things I never saw before. 

Going into the bathroom one morning, I looked in the mirror, and my
grandfather looked back at me. I almost passed out. With great haste, I 
left the bathroom, rushed to the living room, and sat down to think a 
little bit. What just happened? 

I hadn't thought of my grandfather for a long time, and now here I am,
looking at myself in the mirror and seeing my grandfather. Oh boy. How 
did he get in my mirror? 

I knew my grandfather was old, at least from my perspective when I knew
him. One thing I remember about him was how much he complained about 
his bones. You could hear his knees crack whenever he would get up from 
a chair. I never could understand that. 

At the time, I thought he was putting on a show. I never had my bones
crack, nor did they ever hurt. So, I thought my dear old grandfather 
was trying to get pity from us, so I lavished it on as much as 
possible. I tried to come to the end of his joke, but he died before it 
ended. 

The last two years that I knew him, he walked around with a cane. I
thought he was just doing that for dressing. I thought he was acting 
like Bat Masterson; "He wore a cane and derby hat." 

Several times, I asked him where his "derby hat" was. He just looked at
me as though he had no idea what I was saying. So, being the grandson 
that I was, I went on with his ploy. 

Not until recently did I discover that this was not a ploy; rather, he
had aching and creaking bones. 

It seems that I have inherited his creaking bones. Now I know what he
was going through back then, and it wasn't a ploy. 

It seems every day, I find a new bone to creak. I will never know how my
grandfather handled those creaking bones at his age, but I'm starting 
to find out. I guess I should've taken him more seriously back then. 

I have no idea how many bones I have in my body, but I am discovering
new bones that are starting to creak daily. I didn't know I had so many 
bones. 

After thinking about my grandfather and his creaking bones, I went back
into the bathroom to chat with him, but instead of him being in the 
mirror, there I was. I am my grandfather! 

My grandfather was 69 years old when he passed, and I am, let's say, a
little past that age. 

Instead of inheriting creaking bones from my grandfather, I would rather
have inherited $1 million. But life is as it is. I don't know how long 
I have yet before my old bag of bones exhausts itself. Till then, I 
will creak and crack my bones every day, just like my grandfather. 

That may be why people have rather short memories when they get older.
Boy, would I like to forget these creaking bones of mine. When I think 
I have it all worked out, another bone pops and then starts creaking. 

I don't know how close I am to getting a cane, but it just might be in
the near future. 

Of course, having a cane would be more helpful when walking down the
street to protect me from some idiot who wants to rob me. So I've been 
thinking about that. 

If it were just creaking bones, I wouldn't be too concerned. But looking
in the mirror this morning caused me to see that old age is really 
ugly. I have more wrinkles than I can count on my face. Where do those 
wrinkles come from? What are they there, and how do I get rid of them? 

I should start counting my wrinkles every morning to ensure I have the


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