Posts Tagged ‘body’


This has to sound oh, so silly, but when I miss a week posting something on my blog, I feel that I’ve let you all down.  It’s true; I actually feel that whatever I am led to write, could be important to someone, if only to one someone, to get a glimpse of their own future because none of us is going to escape old age–alive.

I’ve been thinking about what is probably the very worst part of getting old.   I think it’s only fair for me to pass that one on to you, my people.  And, of course, no matter what I say, you’re going to totally ignore it and do exactly what I’ve done, what we all do.

You’re going keep on doing what you’ve always done, and keep on believing what you’ve always believed, until sudddenly, with no warning whatsoever, one day you start to do something you’ve done thousands of times and find that you can’t do it anymore. 

The only thing that has changed is your body.  Your senses alternate between failing and painfully over-sensitive. Your balance is a little askew.  You think it’s remarkable when you watch other people playing tennis,  football, dancing, heck, running, or just walking briskly.   

The ole body doesn’t feel that different, but it surely is different because there’s not enough energy wherever we store energy, to keep it doing what we direct it to do anymore.

 What we have to learn from that is this:  It’s OK.  Youth is youth, with all its folly.  Maturity is security.   That entitles an elder person to smile.  Smile at life; smile at others lack of understanding or  their lack of caring; smile at yourself.  You’re still around for a reason.


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In case there’s any doubt about how much I loved meeting my daughter Erin for that overnighter in Eureka last month, we’re doing it again tomorrow. Michelle and I have adopted the “Thelma and Louise” title for our road trips. We’ve even done San Diego, which is a ways, but it doesn’t seem like it when you’re in good company and loving every minute of it.

I insist that she’s Thelma because she has more fun. I’m Louise because I’m older than she is and should be more responsible.

The truth of the matter is that nobody who hasn’t been through what I’ve been through (accomplished only by living long enough) can possible appreciate the little things in life like I do.

I wake up in paradise. I rejoice in having choices. I thank God for my body, my mind, my family, my work, my sight, my voice, my bed, my breathing in and out, the joy of a good stretch, the luxury of rolling over and going back to sleep if I choose to.  There is not enough time to list all the things I’m grateful for–before I doze off again.

We’ve decided to take her tom-tom along tomorrow just because we can. She has three cars, but only mine is a convertible, and that’s what makes our travelling together so gol darned special. You can’t be Thelma and Louise in an SUV. Come on.

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