Published on March 4th, 2016 | by Ann Rickard0
The Bright Side
Who was it who said if you live in a house with stairs you are likely to live longer?
It’s likely no one said it, but I vaguely recall reading it somewhere, and it makes sense.
““Bottoms, I forgot my earrings,” and it is up the stairs yet again.”
The person who is forced to climb stairs every day is by default getting more exercise than the person who is not.
As they dodder into old age, many people opt for one-level living, but not me. I’m sticking with the staircase for as long as I can.
I probably go up and down the stairs a dozen times each morning at my house before I have even left for work, and that has to have some long-term benefit.
However, a staircase can be exasperating when you have just come down from the bedroom and realise you’ve forgotten something and must go up again.
“Damn it, forgot the shoes,” I mutter darkly, and back up I go. “Bother,Ileft my watch upstairs,” I mutter even more darkly the minute I’m down, and back up I go again.
“Bottoms, I forgot my earrings,” and it is up the stairs yet again.
(By the way,Idon’t actually say “bother” or “bottoms” … who does? I say something much fruitier.)
Naturally, the aging person employs little strategies to keep down the number of journeys up the stairs each day.
Leaving anything that has to go upstairs sitting on the staircase until a small pile has built at the end of the day–we all do that.
Keeping a spare pair of shoes and toothbrush in a downstairs room is handy. Ditto for a brush and comb and extra make-up if you are so inclined.
But no matter how prepared we are, most of us need something we’ve left upstairs.
When (if)Ireach an age where I am too feeble to mount the stairs a dozen times a day anymore, or if the knees give way before that day, I plan to install one of those groovy contraptions that gently glides you upstairs.
It could be fun.