Just wrapping up two weeks on P.E.I. where I’ve been pondering this philosophical question: Can retired people ever be said to be “on vacation”?
It’s been a relaxing sojourn at the North Rustico summer home of a couple of Montreal friends, much of it spent stretched out on Muskoka chairs on the deck, reading, and watching the herons patiently fishing and the little lobster boats chugging by.
So, I’m at Dr. Electra’s office.
More to keep on her roster than anything else.
If you live in rural Canada you know that finding a doctor is as hard as finding a lover.
Dr. Electra is a keener. Wants to do all those tests and poking about that I studiously avoid.
My philosophy is, if you drive a ’53 Ford to the garage for a diagnostic, chances are pretty good something needs fixing.
So if its drivable … why bother?
The doctor, who is about the same age as my son, is prodding about. I wince a bit and try to think of England. Continue reading Sex After 60 – What am I missing?→