Funny what things are important to one.
I have been proud of the fact that I still, at my age, can put on my pants standing up which requires some kind of balance and skill.
And that had made me feel a little less decrepit, to be able to stand on one leg whilst hoisting up the shorts .
That is, till a few days ago when my back was feeling tricky and one knee a bit tender and I had to sit down to put on my shorts.
Forget the minor aches and pains, the attack of gout and the constant battle with gas; sitting down to put on my shorts made me feel old.
Very old.
My back is better and the knee back to normal and I dress standing up again, but I know there is a limit. One day I shall be glad I can even get dressed by myself, forget about standing on one leg.
Till then I will stand proudly on one leg putting on my shorts, one leg at a time.