The elevator here at our apartments begs the question. Residents waiting by the dining room on the middle floor want the shortest ride possible — no round trip to the first or third floor, please. “Going up or down?” makes sense. So, everyone nicely asks and cooperates. Patience prevails.
As a senior, living in the present while looking toward the end of this life, I often wonder if quality of life is going up or going down. My energy level, memory, and patience with all kinds of people around me, to name just a few. Is the English language improving or going downhill? My incomplete sentences, for example.
These and other questions will weigh on my mind when I pass the second-floor elevator and run up the stairs. Cheers for all who enjoy a short ride ... up or down.
