At 75, I'm still a tough old fart, can shoot, hunt, fish and fix things. I can still carry a full packbasket, but have to leave the canoe home now, can't do the portages like I used to. I can still live at either one of my cabins off the grid, comfortably.
I have 2 weaknesses: One, I find it tougher each year to live alone. I think man was meant to have company. Donna told me before she passed to find another woman, but I just can't bring myself to do it.
Two, I'm afraid I'm getting absent minded. I can tell you things Harry Truman said as president, but I can't find my truck in the grocery store parking lot sometimes, nor tell you what I had for lunch. Sometimes I buy supplies and can't remember where I put them away, and it irritates me.
What am I going to do about it? Well, I don't know. I suppose I will not worry about it and keep on living this way till something changes. We all should do the best we can, help others and still be able to defend when needed. God, I hope some of this makes sense.
The Hermit