There are more women than
men in the nursing home and
more men than old doctors.
Staff doctors visit once a
month. The few old men do
very little but sleep. Two
or three of them occasionally
gather outside in clear
weather for a smoke， which
is allowed them. I suppose
those in charge feel that
it can make no difference
now， and it brings the old
men a little pleasure. I
sit and chat with them
sometimes. Perhaps "chat"
is a bit too lively a word
to describe what passes for
conversation during these
puffing sessions. A lot
of low grunting goes on.
There is one old man who
is afflicted with bone
cancer and who says， in
high good humor， that his
guarantees have run out.
He was a travelling salesman
in women's wear， and still
remembers how much he loved
women. Many of the women
have become little girls
again. They carry dolls
about with them， mostly
rag-dolls， I suppose so
they can't injure themselves
when they squeeze them.
To see these toothless，
balding old ladies， frail
as twigs， clutching these dolls，
is heartbreaking. Oh， to love
something！ It's still there.
It has been in them since
they were little and had dirty
knees and bows in their hair.
Some recognize me now， and，
when I give them a wave，
they wave back. It's a
wonderful feeling to make
contact， but it is difficult
to tell how much they know.
The care-givers are kind and
efficient. They are mostly
young， and apparently try
to imbue the old with some of
their zest for life， but
of course the old know all
that already——or knew and have
forgotten it. I wonder，
can the young reverse their
situations with the old
and see themselves looking up
at such fresh faces from the
vantage of bed or wheelchair
or walker？ I am too young
to join the old here in the
nursing home， this metaphor
（or is it the tenor of a
metaphor？） for the last days，
but I am too old
to feel the buoyancy of the
young； so， at least for the
context of the nursing home，
I have arrived at yet another
awkward age. After visiting
my mother， who is only partly
present， I go out and sit
with the old men and have a
smoke. We hope for clear days.