“We are always the same age inside.”

Today I face the world or both Gracie and I go hungry. A sunny day would have been a nice welcome, but we still have all those clouds and a dampness left over from the little snow we had last night before it started to rain. Slush covers the side roads, and you can see all the tire marks. A mouse woke me up. It wasn’t happy with its accommodation in the have-a-heart trap and was banging and whacking the metal. I fell back to sleep a couple of times, but finally I couldn’t take it any longer. We went for a ride around 7:30: Gracie, the mouse and I. Despite all its complaining, the mouse didn’t want out. It kept moving from side to side in the trap before I finally shook it loose. I wished it well in its new home then I went and got coffee and a bagel. That seemed a perfect reward for an early morning mouse run.

My voice is raspy, andΒ I still sniff and cough, but I feel better. That’s a good thing.

This morning I noticed the obituary of one of my high school classmates, a good guy, a funny guy. I don’t know what happened, but his dying gave me pause. My mind doesn’t ever think of me as old. I am perpetually young. Going up and downstairs is usually a reminder that my parts have aged, but the reminder doesn’t stick. I look in the mirror and see grey hairs, but they don’t mean anything to me. My friends are all around my age, but they still seem young to me. I can’t fathom they are in the their mid to late 60’s. What in the heck does that really mean? I thought my parents were old when they were in their 60’s. My dad passed away in his 60’s. I bet, though, they thought themselves still young just as I do now.

I finally understand that age is relative. I used to think that was what old people said to make themselves feel better, but it’s not. Age isn’t measured in years. It’s measured in the way you live your life. I have a long way to go until I’m old.

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11 Comments on ““We are always the same age inside.””

  1. Bob Says:

    I always say that old is ten years older than I am right now. Everyone who is 75 or older in my mind’s eye is old and a few are not decrypted. In the end there is nothing more than six feet of dirt and a couple of dollars worth of cheap plastic flowers. I personally don’t believe in an after life. I think that one should enjoy every day as if it will be your last. What lives on after your death is the memories people remember from your life.

    It’s nice to think that old uncle Harry is up there somewhere watching over his family. Or, that we will all see each other when we get to somewhere. The Voyager spacecraft is leaving the Solar System and hasn’t found uncle Harry’s soul yet πŸ™‚

    Now the mice have taken a liking to your trap. It sounds like getting rid of that rodent was as hard as getting a teenager out of bed on a school day morning πŸ™‚

    • katry Says:

      I’m getting old enough that I’m thinking 15 years older than I am is even better. I always have believed that you take the most out of every day. Find surprises. Be amazed. Watch the sunset.

      That mouse just didn’t want to leave. My guess is he felt the cold air and knew he was leaving the warmth of his former home. When he finally dropped out, he flew across the snow so fast I had to look to see where he went.

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Good to read that you are feeling better. I’m feeling better, too.

    I thought my parents were old when they were in their 40’s. But I was 10-ish so what did I know? πŸ™‚
    Lately the obits in my paper have been people from my parent’s generation or ones who are several years younger than I. So far my contemporaries who are dead all died way back when we were young.
    I don’t feel old until I try to do something that hurts all the things that don’t work so well anymore. Like going up and down the cellar stairs. It makes me want to move the laundry up to the pantry and forget about having any counters in there.

    Grey and slushy up here, too. We got about 2 inches of snow and not much of it has melted.

    Enjoy your day out in the world. πŸ™‚

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      By the afternoon, though, I feel bad again. I lose my voice and start coughing. At the store, I met two other people with the same thing. One has had it for three weeks, and the other is on her second bout with it. I had read it can come back so now I’, even more bummed.

      About 5 years ago another classmate died of cancer. I used to see him all the time at the gas station he owned. A former student of mine was also in the obits today. He was 52, and I remember him well, a really nice kid.

      Too much of me has stopped working well!

      It rained all afternoon, that misty ugly stuff that makes riding a mess. The snow is slushy and ugly, but warmth i coming tomorrow.

      Have a great evening!!

  3. olof1 Says:

    I’m tired and I sound as if I’ve been smoking and drinking whiskey daily for the last twenty years πŸ™‚ But I’ve felt worse πŸ™‚

    Yes age is relative, in my mind I’m still in my twenties but my body tends to tell me that I’m somewhere around 100 πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ But I’m very good at lying to myself when watching the mirror every morning, all I see is a man looking much like a young Brad Pitt πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      I’m with you in having all those same symptoms. I felt okay this morning but now I have a headache and I’m tired. Going out took too much of my energy.

      We are all great at seeing our younger selves all the time. I don’t know the older woman I see in the mirror!

      • Bob Says:

        It’s the curse of the virus. In the morning you feel wonderful and go about your daily activities. By the afternoon you feel sick.

      • katry Says:

        I am back to coughing and blowing my nose. The cough seems to go on forever!

      • Caryn Says:

        Heh. Reminds me of a class I had to take for work. One module was to present a topic and be video taped. Afterwards, each student sat privately with their team coach for a critique. When my video was done the coach asked me for my thoughts. I said that I had been wondering why my Aunt Jeannette was giving my presentation. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

  4. splendid Says:

    I never think of your age kat, or anyone else’s for that matter. When I read your writings I feel that I am inside the child and young adult you were. You are so vibrant and alive I cannot fathom you being old. You are correct that age is a state of mind, one that we ourselves are in charge of! Thank you as always for brightening my morning:) xoxox

    • katry Says:

      Thank you too for your wonderfully kind words-you also brighten my day!!

      I have had this awful cold for so long I feel aged. Today, though, I am going out just because it’s warm, and I don’t want to miss it!

      Some days I feel like that young girl walking to school with her friends-never a bad memory!!

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