The Three Minute Grandparent: Dressing
Getting dressed is like planning a battle. Let's digress; when a Grandparent was younger, getting dressed was simple, choose the wardrobe, sit/stand and one by one ease into all of the clothes. As one ages, it becomes a process that must be planned. Shirts that button are easier than the slip over golf type. Slacks that balloon around the waste and hips are better than the skin tight, sexy ones. For the Grandmother, tight skirts are a thing of the past and full skirts/dresses are much more comfortable. The control top pantyhose are also something in memory. (As the Grandfather writing, I am relying on Grandmother for some of this.) The process of dressing becomes a symphony of grunts, groans, and moans. Leaning over to pull on socks and shoes has made me wonder what else can be done while so close to the floor. Pulling on slacks becomes a dangerous game of hopping on one foot which leads to pulled muscles - yes it has already happened. I must admit that I still prefer the pullover golf shirts; they are much fuller and larger now for the ease of entry. The six pack display in front has changed to the economy 24 pack. Getting dressed is a battle fought each morning; no wonder I am so tired.

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