It’s been a while since I’ve seen The Curmudgeon’s bare legs. When did they get so skinny and weak? Since when have I been married to a ninety-year-old man? Those of you who know him and haven’t seen him for a while would notice how bad he looks.

     He doesn’t get around well these days although he’s still on a cane more than his walker. His face shows more age now than it did a year ago. Even his voice has aged drastically. I tell him he needs to use the weights we have to get some muscle tone back into his legs and arms, but he ignores me.

     At least Lucy gets him moving a bit more. She will bug him to play with her with the Kong until he throws it for her several times.