I have a nephew who is four months older than I am, yet he constantly harasses me about my age. I always remind him that as long as we are both living, he will always be older.

But could it be he is right, and I am old?

Let’s review a recent day in the life of me.

Bright sunshine drew me to my front porch one morning. I had taken my crossword puzzle along to catch up on some fun. I sat down on my favorite chair, propped my newspaper on a pillow on my lap, opened the paper to the puzzle section, and reached for my glasses which usually reside on the top of my head. They weren’t there. Apparently, I had forgotten to bring them along on this journey.

I laid everything down on the side table so I could head back into the house in search of my spectacles. On the porch next to the front door, I passed a plant in much need of attention. I reached for the watering can sitting next to the plant, only to find it empty.

I made my way to the side of the house to fill up the can from the spigot. While I was waiting for the water to fill the can, I saw a huge weed in the flower bed next to the front of the house. I also noticed there was no water in the birdbath. I filled the can and took it to the flower bed, planning to empty it into the bird bath, pull the weed, then go back and fill it again to water the plant on the front porch.

When I approached the birdbath, I saw that the hummingbird feeder was empty. I placed the can on the ground beside the birdbath so I would remember where I left it, then went inside to make hummingbird food. As I reached for the sugar, I remembered it was a friend’s birthday and I needed to make them a cake.

I pulled my recipes out to choose which cake my friend might like. When I assembled the ingredients, I realized I was out of eggs and oil. Well, if I had to go shop for those items, I might as well make a list and get other needed groceries. I went in search of a piece of paper to write down my supply needs. I found paper, but no pen.

I went upstairs to my computer, thinking I would type out the list and print it. When I opened my computer, it came up on email. I had quite a few new notices, so I cycled through them, answered the ones I needed to answer, laughed at a few senior jokes sent by a good friend, closed out email, and headed back downstairs.

I saw some cat hair on the landing, so I went in search of the portable vacuum. In the closet, next to the vacuum, was a bag of clothes meant for charity. I decided to put those in the car so I wouldn’t forget them the next time I was out.

I grabbed the bag of clothes and headed to my garage. The cat met me there, complaining that her food bowl was empty. I sat the bag on the floor and reached for her food stored in a container on top of our dehydrator. Seeing the dehydrator, I remembered that I needed to clip the parsley and dry it. It was a sunny day, so it was a great time to do that chore.

I pulled a small bucket and a pair of scissors off a shelf and made my way to the herb garden. The cat followed closely on my heels. I thought I heard her growl, then snicker, but I had no idea why.

By this time, clouds were moving across the sky and I wondered if there might be rain in the forecast. Leaving the snippers and bucket in the herb garden, I went inside to see if I could catch a weather report.

It's almost 1pm now, so I’d just missed it. The news was finishing up with a story about how seniors aren’t planning well enough for their funerals, along with a phone number to call with questions. I wondered about my own planning. When I pass, will my loved ones be able to afford to bury me in the style to which I plan to grow accustomed? Suddenly, I felt older.

Picking up my landline, I dialed the number on the screen, only to find out someone wanted to give me a sales-pitch about buying the best casket on the market, along with a gravesite. I needed neither. Maybe I am better prepared than I thought, but out of politeness, I listened to their spiel.

An hour later, when my cell phone rang, I was still listening to that spiel. My cell phone had saved me from a possible expenditure for an embalming upgrade. I politely thanked the salesperson and hung up to answer the other call.

It was my doctor’s office telling me that I had missed an 11am appointment that morning. I apologized profusely as the kind office worker rescheduled me and agreed not to charge me for the missed visit.

Looking out the window to see if the threat of rain had passed, I spotted a pen lying on the table next to where I left my crossword puzzle. Hadn’t I been looking for a pen earlier?

Why would I do that when one is right there?

I glanced at the clock. It is only 3pm, but I am exhausted and wondered why. And I might have missed lunch.

Oh, well. The sky was clear again, so I headed back to my chair on the porch, picked up the paper and pen, and realized I could see just fine because my glasses were sitting on my nose.

I felt like there was something I was forgetting to do, but decided it could probably wait until tomorrow.

Finally, I got back to my puzzle, wondering why I had waited until the afternoon to work it.

Hmmm. Ten across. A six letter word for the age of Methuselah. Oh, I got it! Oldest.

Sure. That, I can remember.