Lloyd had a run-in with his mortality this past weekend. I had to get some stuff at Shop-Ko and we walked by the reading glasses. “Try these on,” I said.
He did. He read some fine print on a box with them, then without them, then with them again. “Hmm. Hmmmmmm. These words are surprisingly….not….blurry.” (It broke my heart to hear him speak so slowly.)
He was very quiet for a long, long time, then put them back on the rack with a hmmmph. “I’m still seventeen.”
Sure you are, grandpa. Sure you are.