What I want to Read

--- is "I Remember Nothing" by Nora Ephron

Quote ---

"The O Word
I'm old.
I am sixty-nine years old.
I'm not really old, of course.
Really old is eighty.
But if you are young, you would definitely think that I'm old.
No one actually likes to admit that they're old.
The most they will cop to is that they're older. Or oldish.
In these days of physical fitness, hair dye, and plastic surgery, you can live much of your life without feeling or even looking old.
But then one day, your knee goes, or your shoulder, or your back, or your hip. Your hot flashes come to an end; things droop. Spots appear. Your cleavage looks like a peach pit. If your elbows faced forward, you would kill yourself. You're two inches shorter than you used to be. You're ten pounds fatter and you cannot lose a pound of it to save your soul. Your hands don't work as well as they once did and you can't open bottles, jars, wrappers, and especially those gadgets that are encased tightly in what seems to be molded Mylar. If you were stranded on a desert island and your food were sealed in plastic packaging, you would starve to death. You take so many pills in the morning you don't have room for breakfast.
Once a month there's a funeral. You lose close friends and discover one of the worst truths of old age; They're irreplaceable. People who run four miles a day and eat only nuts and berries drop dead. People who drink a quart of whiskey and smoke two packs of cigarettes a day drop dead. You are suddenly in a lottery, the ultimate game of chance, and someday your luck will run out. Everybody dies. There's nothing you can do about it.
Whether or not you eat six almonds a day. Whether or not you believe in God.
At some point I will be not just old, older, or oldish _ I will be really old. I will be actively impaired by age: something will make it impossible for me to read, or speak, or hear what's being said, or eat what I want, or walk around the block. My memory, which I can still make jokes about, will be so dim that I will have to pretend I know what's going on.
The realization that I may have only a few good years remaining has hit me with real force, and I have done a lot of thinking as a result. I would like to have come up with something profound, but I haven't. I try to figure out what I really want to do every day, I try to say to myself, "If this is one of the last days of my life, a I doing exactly what I want to be doing?"


----end of the quote.
I want to read "I remember nothing." because I don't want to remember a lot of things.

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