One darn thing after another

Take the car in for an oil and filter change, replace the smoke detector, fix the broken lawn mower. It never ends. You'd think that after a lifetime of dealing with life's little hassles it would get easier, but instead they just tire me out. I have less energy to spend now, and don't like spending it on irritants. Wouldn't it be nice to get all these nuisance chores out of my hair?

The retirement home ads tell you that you've earned your leisure, let someone else do the chores, now you can relax and enjoy yourself. But if I try to be honest, I have to ask, relax and do what? How much time can I spend reading, gabbing, surfing, watching TV? When I was in convalescent care last year, I was surprised at how much I missed doing those everyday chores. I had no opportunity to do anything for myself, not even make a cup of coffee. It turns out that those little chores remind us that we still have the power to make things happen. So I'm going to quit whining and just get on with it for as long as I can.