Hey all, I was sitting around the other day and I noticed that my joints hurt. My knees were killing me and I could hardly straighten my back. When I tried to stand it was mission impossible. I hobbled to the bathroom to get something for the pain and what I saw nearly scared me to death. I think my house is haunted.
We have this great big mirror in our bathroom. I try not to look too deeply into it because I’ve read too many stories where you see something that is not supposed to be there. I have read where people see other worlds, where people can walk into the mirror and transport somewhere else, people walk out of the mirror from who knows where, or they may see something really scary. I think that may be what happened to me.
Anyway, I decided to look into the mirror to check and see if there was anything wrong on the outside of me. Much to my surprise, looking back at me was an old guy with really gray hair and glasses. He was fairly chubby, and generally looked like he had been put through the wringer. Bad thing was that when I moved, so did he. Every move I tried, he duplicated. I knew that it must be a haunted mirror or some kind of trick my wife was trying to play on me.
The poor old guy looked really bad. Maybe if he hit the gym, lost some weight, and tried to iron out some of those wrinkles he might not look so bad. Then I noticed something familiar about him. He looked a lot like my dad. He had the same nose, but his ears weren’t big enough. He had lots of hair, though it be gray, where dad had hair on the sides and back, but none on the top. It just couldn’t be my dad because he has been gone for many, many years. Must be a coincidence.
Something strange was going on and I had to figure it out. The more I looked the more I realized that it couldn’t be me. I wasn’t that old. Last I looked I was around forty-five, and that guy wasn’t even close to that age. But, wait a minute, my daughters are forty-two, forty and nine. When did that happen? I might be older but not that old. It seems like the girls just got married only a short time age and Allie was just getting ready to start school. Where did time go?
I was starting to feel sick. My stomach hurt. I was dizzy. I could hardly see because my bi-focal’s were dirty. Bi-focal’s? Yeah, okay. Anyway, I just wasn’t feeling all that well. I thought that maybe if I passed out, things would be back to normal when I woke up, even if I was at the hospital.
I decided to check one more thing before I called the doctor. I would check my driver’s license because it would have my birthdate and a picture. As I looked at it I could tell the picture had been altered. I knew it. My wife had been up to her practical jokes again. Well, maybe not. With these dirty glasses, who can tell what they are looking at.
Then something else fell out of my billfold. It was a red, white and blue card that said welcome to Medicare. As the tears poured from my eyes, I knew it must be true. That wrinkled up old guy had to be me.
It is hard to believe, but yes, this is the year I thought I would never see. In a couple of days I will be sixty-five. Two to be exact. Life has been good but these last few years have flown by. It is almost time to retire, but not quite. I still have a nine-year-old to help raise.