Getting old sucks, but I suppose I'll take it over the alternative. I recently had one of those "damn, I'm old" moments when I bought something I never imagined myself buying, a grabber tool.
I have to pick up lots of pine cones and fallen tree limbs in my front yard. Last year, I noticed that doing so seemed to be taking a toll on my back. I have a large yard, and so much bending resulted in two things: back pain and me not picking up nearly as often as I should. I noticed that my neighbor had one of these tools even though he's younger than I am. He uses it for picking up yard debris too, and so I figured it might be worth a try.
So far, so good. I'm now able to pick up every damn pine cone without any back pain. I filled three large garbage cans last weekend and another yesterday. I really should have tried this sooner. I wouldn't say that it makes the task fun exactly, but it has made me far less likely to avoid doing it. And even if it makes me feel old, that seems like a small price to pay.
Now that I think about it, it is sort of pathetic that I've been subjecting myself to pain unnecessarily just because I associated something that might have helped with old age. Time to stop doing that. Strangely, this was a case where the issue was not trying to manage what others thought of me; the issue here was my own association of these tools with aging.