The day came to an end. Jack, ever so reluctantly, was ready to go to bed. He hated getting ready for bed. Normally, it took him about thirty minutes, and by the time he was hitting the sack, his wife was fast asleep.
He should have got ready earlier while his wife Betty was asleep in front of the TV, not watching the show she was desperate not to miss. Jack did not like the show, but he watched it anyway to be with his wife. When it was over and he switched off the TV, the sudden silence brought Betty back to life. She announced it was time to go to bed, and she disappeared into the back of the house.
Jack knew that the window of opportunity, to use the bathroom, had passed. Betty had overtaken him in the race to the bed. Well, he cleaned up a few things and trundled to the bathroom when he noticed Betty entering the bedroom.
The look into the bathroom mirror confirmed to him that his face looked drawn and tired. He wanted to remove his bottom denture to clean it but found it wasn’t there. Where was his denture? Jack had completely forgotten, when and where he had taken it out.
“Betty, do you know where my dentures are?” he shouted to the bedroom.
Betty answered from the bedroom, “Do I have to look after your choppers, too?”
Jack could not hear what Betty was saying. and shouted back, “What did you say?”
“It seems to me, that you are not using your hearing aid either?”
Jack had gone into the bedroom to be able to understand better what Betty was saying, “No, no, I mislaid them earlier and can’t find it. I need my glasses to look for the hearing aid.”
After a pause, in which he looked for his glasses, he said, “The bloody glasses are not where they are supposed to be. – I’m sick of getting old and constantly searching for the things I need to be a full human being.”
Betty grabbed a book and told him, to hurry up as she would not stay awake forever. Jack went back into the living room and searched for his hearing aid. It was not that he wanted to use it, but he wanted to put it into its proper place where he would be sure to find it in the morning. Order and consistency were important to him to find his way through the daily life. Everything has to be in the right place. Then he would be able to cope. Everything else would be chaotic and create only stress for him.
He found his denture near his computer, his glasses were on top of the coffee machine.
After he finished, what he called his body maintenance, he came back into the bedroom where Betty was fast asleep with a book still in her hand. He carefully took the book out of her hands, switched off the lights. But sleep would not come easily. Thoughts were still racing in his head. He dreaded the morning when his creaking body would have difficulties getting into gear again.
At his age, every day was a bonus day, even if the bonus was mixed with the difficulties of advanced age.