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I am talking large at work about my impending retirement - my ice-flow is ordered for 31 August 2020 - and the standard response [*footnote] is that my years of experience [and I guess the very expensive education] are worth a lot in the teaching profession. Yes, yes, I counter, but our students also need a more identifiable, younger, fitter, role-model than Grampa Bob. I tell ya, the deficits are piling up - mostly sensory than motor. I still run up the stairs; chop onions and firewood; and wrastle with sheep. But I can't read without spectacles; I frequently ask my students to repeat what they just said and I miss a few jokes that way. It's not going to get any better, and I look forward to documenting the increasing decrepitude in a new blog:
- today: knocked cup off kitchen counter
- today: couldn't read the ingredients for the haddock goujons
- today: felt dizzy standing up from the table
- today: forgot about the faculty meeting
- today: had a micro-leak in my boxers
- today: had micro-sleep driving home from work
"Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything".Actually she suggested I check out The Try Guys experience having their faculties handicapped in various ways that crumblies experience daily as their new normal. Can't turn head, can't plant feet, defo can't swipe right. This may remind you of Kurt Vonnegut's dystopian world in The Sirens of Titan where everyone is reduced to the lowest tier of ability: ballerinas have to wear diver's boots; clever people have to wear a shrieking earphone to stop them thinking. You don't need to read the book; the basic idea is covered in Vonnegut's short story Harrison Bergeron [full txt free].
Footnote [*] on Sunday I repeated my line again about soon
looking for an ice-flow. The response was "If there are any left!".