“When your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it’s a sure sign you’re getting old.’
The rain stayed around all night, and I fell asleep to the sounds of raindrops. Now it is still quite damp and humid. The sun struggled twice to come out, but it didn’t and still remains a hazy ball of light behind a mass of clouds. A slight breeze saves the day from strangling humidity. Tonight is movie and dinner on the deck night. I’m not making anything: it’s cold cuts, cheese and rolls and a few salads for sides. I’m even going to buy dessert and a few movie munchies. I haven’t chosen the movie yet, but I know it will take place in Boston as I have dubbed this summer The Boston Movie Festival. Last week we saw Blown Away. One movie we won’t see is The Brink’s Job. It’s not on DVD. I really wanted to watch it as a small part of it took place in the square of the town where I grew up. I can’t understand why it’s unavailable on DVD.
My whole street is quiet, unusual for a Saturday. I don’t even hear a single lawn mower. Off in the distance I hear a few birds, but that’s all. Even Gracie is inside napping. It’s one of those days which seems to sap energy. I’m already thinking about my own nap.
Getting older has some perks. Being crotchety is expected, and I’m wondering when that entitled feeling kicks in. All the old people seem to have it. Maybe it’s at seventy. I know it wasn’t at sixty. Last night I watched the news, and one of the reports was about a woman who thwarted a robbery in her house. She said she grabbed the would be burglar by the nape of the neck and made him sit and wait for the police. She looked really old to me, but the reporter said she was sixty three. I ran to the mirror. One look convinced me that had it been me, the audience would have said no way that woman is sixty three. She looks so much younger.
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July 9, 2011 at 10:47 am
Here in the drought infected plains of North Texas we will take any rain we can get. The high temperature yesterday was 105 for the seventh or eighth day in a row. When it’s this hot your brain loses count.
In Texas that woman would have had a gun and would have just blown the burglar away. Having guns in the house and concealed on your person provides instant justice the Governor Rick Perry way. It saves everyone a lot of time and money and it plays well to the Tea Party folks.
Old is always ten years older than you are right now.
July 9, 2011 at 2:33 pm
Rob,
I’d never leave my house and live solely in the AC. That is awful. We complain when it’s in the 80’s a couple of days in a row and even then I’m sitting in the cool house looking out the window.
I’m not a gun person. I’d have to confound the burglar with logic!
July 9, 2011 at 11:15 am
If I can make a movie suggestion for you… one that’s a bit obscure, but one of my very favorites: “Next Stop Wonderland” (1998), directed by Brad Anderson and starring Hope Davis. It’s so quirky and funny and sweet and sad and tender and just an unexpected delight. And the music… oh! the music. A simply wonderful bossa nova soundtrack. I can loan you the DVD if you like, but I’d definitely want it back. Take a chance on this one; I think you’ll be more-than-pleasantly surprised.
More info here: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119778/
July 9, 2011 at 2:31 pm
im6,
Base solely on my knowledge of your wonderful taste, I went and bought the film used at Amazon. It will be part of my Boston summer. Don’t know how I missed that one! I even know the T-stop.
Thanks
July 9, 2011 at 12:34 pm
I prefer the word ornery to crotchety. Not sure they can be used interchangeably though. : )
s
July 9, 2011 at 2:37 pm
s,
I looked up both words:
or·ner·y
1. ugly and unpleasant in disposition or temper: No one can get along with my ornery cousin.
2. stubborn: I can’t do a thing with that ornery mule.
3. low or vile.
crotchety – having a difficult and contrary disposition; “a cantankerous and venomous-tongued old lady”- Dorothy Sayers
The Dorothy Sayers quote gave crotchety the edge.
I always think of men as ornery-must be from watching all those westerns as a kid.
July 9, 2011 at 12:57 pm
Quite the opposite here today! Sunshine and warm winds. It has been unusual noisy here as well 🙂 The big fans fro drying the hey has been working all day and will most of the night too i guess. Tractors has cut grass and lawnmowers has been used all over. Not in my garden though, I finally started to dig that vegetable garden I´ve been writing about. No time to sow any vegetables but I did put down some potatoes.
It´s rather small but the flies drove me mad. Magpies came down and dug up some potatoes after a while so I had to put them down again 🙂 They only stopped after I had watered the little space. I´ve also finally put up a mosquito net by my kitchen door today. It was enough when I had killed five horse flies in my cottage 🙂 My dogs understands how it works now too 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
July 9, 2011 at 2:39 pm
Christer,
It is now a beautiful day with a warm sun and a lovely breeze. It is still a quite day though I did hear a lawn mower a while back. Next year on my vegetable garden. My landscaper just didn’t have time this year.
Flies drive me crazy. I will chase one down until I get it out of the house!
July 9, 2011 at 1:19 pm
You are only as young as you feel. That Twilight Zone clip of the old man who convinced a few people in the nursing home to go out in the front yard and play kick the can. They felt so young, the next shot were of kids running across the street into the woods, leaving an unbeleiver behind. That’s what I will do when my bones start to give out. Go play kick the can with all my friends.
July 9, 2011 at 2:40 pm
Z&Me,
I loved that Twilight Zone. When they did the remake of the Twilight Zone movie, it was one of the episodes included.
I’d pick a water fight instead of kick the can. I loved water fights.
July 9, 2011 at 7:56 pm
I think I was crotchety when I was born. My mother used to say I was born old. I often forget my age.. am I 53 or 54? Then I have to do the math, but the odd thing is I always forget when people ask me. I am not a gun woman– I don’t even like toy guns. It’s a lovely day here to listen to music and rest. Two days ago, after my ride over the bridge to to to Marin– which is quite beautiful, I stopped at my favorite thrift store and found some albums ( I really need to fix my stereo soon) which included, , the Arlo Alice’s restaurant, Teresa Trull with Barbara Higbie ( whom I had seen recently, 2 Joan Armetrading, and and the Band– for a whopping $6.
Waving,
Lori
July 9, 2011 at 11:46 pm
Lori,
I was never crotchety. I expect I’m saving that for really old age.
I still have several records, and a few years ago I bought a new turntable. I still love the sound of vinyl!
Great bargains!
July 9, 2011 at 7:57 pm
From here, you’re not a day older than you’re used to.
Cheers
July 9, 2011 at 11:53 pm
Thanks, John
Long distance helps!