By Grant McGee: CNJ columnist
A friend of mine emailed me and reminded me to ask my doctor for the shingle vaccine.
“That means he thinks you’re old,” she said from the next room.
I ignored that comment. I was amazed to hear they had a vaccine for shingles.
“Wow isn’t that amazing, a shot for shingles,” I said.
“That’s what you said last time you heard about the vaccine,” said The Lady of the House as she came into the room.
“I’ve heard about it before?” I asked in wonder.
“Yep,” she said. “About three or four times. It’s been around for a few years. Every time you hear about it you say, ‘Wow, isn’t that amazing, a shot for shingles.’”
“Are you making fun of me?” I asked.
“Never my love,” she said.
“Do you think I’m getting old?” I asked remembering her first comment.
“Well I didn’t say anything but I did find the container of half-and-half in with the canned goods the other day after you had been to the grocery store,” she said.
“I left the half-and-half in the cabinet? On top of all the canned stuff?” I thought to myself, “Hmm, is this how that old guy stuff begins? Will I soon be putting bananas in my sock drawer?”
The banana thing was from a pal who was helping his grandma around the house and found some ancient black bananas in his grandma’s dresser drawer.
I thought back and tried to imagine how my brain processed the thoughts to put the half-and-half creamer in the kitchen cupboard.
“It’s OK, it hadn’t been there long,” she said.
“Oh,” I said. “Well at least I keep you entertained.”
“Yes, you do do that,” said The Lady of the House.
“That means you like me?”
“Yes, yes I do,” she said with a smile.