Skip to main content

While I can still think thoughts...

Who would imagine the changes that occur as one ages? We all know that physiologically, things happen -- we get gray hair, the waist disappears, joints creak, etc., but I have experienced some startling changes that remind me I'm no spring chicken (NOTE: Using the term "spring chicken? -- definitely a sign of aging).
  • I find partially used tissues around my living space. And by "living space," I mean the recliner I sit in each night to watch TV and in the pockets of my comfy robe that I wear religiously every evening. When I was a kid visiting my grandmothers, I was saddened and puzzled by the random tissues I saw in their wake. I don't know why this happens, and it doesn't matter because it's just me at home, but it's kinda disturbing when I do my vacuuming and find one tucked into the side of the chair cushion. How did I become so attached to tissues?
  • I distinctly remember when I was young, thinking how strange it was that lunch ladies had to wear hair nets. I always thought it was humiliating. While I knew the idea was to keep random hairs out of our lunches, I found it puzzling that hair would fall out of their heads. I used to wonder if their supervisors really thought they would stand there an pull out strands of hair to plant in the food. That was back when I had rich, luxurious, shiny hair that required some effort or lots of brushing to shed. How I treasure that memory as I look at the hair in my hands after shampooing. I am fully prepared to see a bald spot emerge. My only consolation is that I don't work around food.
  • Absentmindedness is a constant. I understand why old people have routines that they stick to -- it's because if they don't, they will leave the stove on, the water running and the doors unlocked. The other day, on my way to the airport, I had to grab my spare car key because I couldn't find my keys. Less than a block from my house I heard a rattling on top of my car, and yes, that's where I left them the day before. Today, I was so proud to get up and out of the house early, but when I got to work and looked in the back seat, I realized I forgot my purse and attache case. I had only remembered to bring my lunch (priorities, you know...old people like food).

It won't be long before I store hard candies in my purse. Sigh.

Comments

  1. Jesse RossJanuary 14, 2009 at 7:41 AM

    As for the hard candies, why wait? Yum!

    ReplyDelete
  2. NonessentialsJanuary 14, 2009 at 3:47 PM

    I wait because at that point, I'll have one foot in the grave. Hard candies are really for the over-80 crowd, and even then, I'd have to have the type of handbag that hangs on the forearm and snaps closed with an audible "click". (shudder)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

My Like-Hate-Hate Relationship with Dave Ramsey

I cannot go to sleep in silence, so I usually have talk radio on as I drift off. Most times, the cadence of the talking head becomes the white noise I need. But sometimes I actually listen to the conversations. As much as I hope for Clark Howard, Dave Ramsey happens to be the head that's talking when I go to bed. Gradually, I became aware of his philosophies. He has many, but I'll focus on just a few: 1) Get Rid of All Debt - I really like this one. As someone who wants the points my credit card awards, or the cashback my other credit card awards, I feel like I'm always a month behind. I pay off my balance in full each month, but by then of course, I have lowered my bank account and have less to spend in the current month. I do wonder what it would feel like to pay just the bills for my current living expenses. I plan to give it a go, but I won't buy Ramsay's book or go to Financial Peace University. "Where debt is dumb, cash is king, and the paid off mortgag
1 comment
Read more

The Broad

The Broad , a wonderful art museum in DTLA, is free. Before yesterday, I've been only twice since I've lived in California, both times with others. It's nice to be with friends or family but I think it short-changes one from fully exploring a museum or for that matter any space where beauty & creativity are present. So yesterday I went out on my own, using my newly-acquired Senior Metro Pass which allows me to ride the bus or train for only $.35 each way. I am unfamiliar with the downtown area, but thanks to Google Maps, I could easily figure out which way to walk once I left the train station. Guess in which direction I had to go? Answer: UP and UP! The short walk (about 5-6 blocks) included about 4 which took me waaay up a steep hill that has "hill" in its name, Bunker Hill. Nothing could have informed me how out-of-shape I was more than the fact that I needed to stop twice in that trek. Whew! There is a funicular (yes) that traverses Bunker Hill. It was f
Post a Comment
Read more

Bringing in 2019

Personally, 2018 was a great year. My sweet little grandson was born in March, a niece in June, and a nephew in October. Those milestones alone made the year a banner one. I had the good fortune to meet new friends who I believe will be lifelong ones. I went places, saw things, drove in and around Los Angeles, and found new recipes that appease both my taste buds and my aversion to meats. Huntington Library and Gardens Craft and Folk Art Museum Descanso Gardens Museum of Natural History Rancho Los Alamitos  (Maxine, Vivi, and Glenda) To welcome in the new year, I went with a couple of friends to the Lake Shrine Self-Realization ashram where we meditated and chanted while 2018 left & 2019 arrived. It was a peaceful, quiet way for a community to come together as one in unity and peace. For sure, it was the best way to spend New Year's Eve. Lake Shrine There was much to celebrate in 2018, and a lot more to look forward to in 2019. Wishing everyo
Post a Comment
Read more