I Spry

The word spry amuses me. A member of the improv group Ponch! called me spry on my 51st birthday because I jumped over a row of seats at their theatre in Frederick, Maryland.

I was walking to my car after this week’s Einstein Simplified improv show when I spied the word spry in a magazine rack on Union Avenue. I grabbed a copy of Spry Living magazine, which featured a cover story on Kim Cattrall titled, “The Best Thing About Being 58.”

Most of the articles were targeted to women. The advertisements were targeted to people older than me. I saw ads for stairlifts, oxygen therapy, a sleep chair, anti-arthritis gloves, and walk-in tubs.

I don’t know if this means I’m too young to be called spry or if I can look forward to several more years of spryness.

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