“There is no old age. There is, as there always was, just you.”

Today will reach 45˚ and tonight we’ll have snow showers. It’s no wonder people go stir crazy in winter. Mother Nature gives us this lovely day with sun and blue skies then whacks us with snow while we’re sleeping. Tomorrow may rain or it may snow. The day sounds ugly. I suppose I shouldn’t expect much as the Spring Equinox is a long way off, March 20 at 12:57 P.M, which means more of winter is ahead than behind. The only consolation is every day gets a bit longer.

Gracie and I may go out riding today. We were in all day yesterday. I read, and Gracie napped and snored. The cats too napped but that’s what they usually do. I paid my bills. The bed got made and the house got cleaned. It was a productive day.

I am long passed needing to accomplish anything on a given day. It just so happened yesterday. I think I polished the furniture one day last week, but I’ll have to check my diary to see, as if…I do need to water the plants. I’ll have to work up to that task.

When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to be a teenager, and when I was teenager, I couldn’t wait to be twenty-one, legal to drink and to vote, an interesting combination. Thirty struck me hard. I was part of the, “Never trust anyone over thirty,” generation, and we were all there or even beyond it. I didn’t mind being forty. It was just a number, but fifty threw me for a loop. I was half a hundred, half a century old. There was no other way to think of it. I retired at fifty-seven, a lucky number just because of circumstances. For my sixtieth birthday my sisters and I took a tour of Fenway, went out to dinner then to a Sox game. It was a perfect celebration. All of my friends and I are now on the backside of sixty. One of my friends will be sixty-nine this year. That boggles my mind. How can that be?

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16 Comments on ““There is no old age. There is, as there always was, just you.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Twenty-five bothered me as soon as I remarked that I was a quarter of a century old. But then an artist friend made me a birthday card with the message “A quarter of a century of wisdom is yours”. I didn’t feel so badly then. 🙂
    Thirty-five bothered me, too, but I never figured out why.
    I think I skipped forty somehow.
    Fifty was cool. My team decorated my pod with black balloons and all that sort of thing. My friend Jim said the black balloons symbolized pearls and black pearls were the most precious and then he kind of lost his way in the metaphor but the thought was nice. 🙂
    I retired at 58. Except for a few bumps here and there, it’s been really great.
    Birthdays are how I mark when I’ve been and where I’ve changed (for better or worse) and I celebrate them for my own pleasure. Besides, my favorite birthday cake is Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte which is ossim and why would I want to miss that. 🙂

    Rocky and I are off to the farm stand to buy some good food. Maybe we will go play in the salt marsh as well. Depends on if they are hunting anything out there.
    Enjoy the sunny day. It is our last for awhile.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I never even gave twenty-five a thought. The even numbers, the new decades, were what bothered me the most. It is interesting that the mid-decade numbers were what bothered you.

      That was a cool fiftieth. Jim did a great job with the black pearls. We had a party as I was 50, my uncle 60 and my mother 70 all the same year, same month.

      I am with you in how great retirement has been. I am still amazed that every day is mine, and I can wake up any time, do whatever I want and go to bed late if I want.

      I am still here and Gracie is still sleeping!

      Have a great day, you and Rocky!

  2. Hedley Says:

    60 up this year and my plans to celebrate feel a bit like a bucket list, the Prince to see Mickey, dinner at Gravetye Manor, Lions at Wembley, HMS Victory, services at St Mary and St Nicholas, football in North London. Maybe it isn’t bucket but a revisit. I have no interest in a “party” but I hope that folks will chug along with me.

    Tony and I have been friends since we were 11, we both support Tottenham, we go to matches together, he is in London and will go to watch the Lions with me – he needs a Suh jersey, I have a few.

    When I started work as a bank clerk at the advanced age of 18, one of my coworkers was 24, I could not believe how old he was. Perhaps I could not believe that he was still a bank clerk at 24 – I left before that happened to me.

    I clear snow, I drive, I work, I drive, I clear snow. My life has symmetry. Sunday is Super Sports Sunday starting with Spurs at 8.30 and going through Manchester United and then Barcelona in to Kat’s Pats and the potty mouths that are Seattle. The WSJ had a great article on Los Lonely Boys. I am so much older, but I am going to enjoy it and the freedoms that age may or may not bring.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      That was my choice as well-no party. My sisters concocted the Sox day, and it was great. Moe even flew out from Colorado for just a couple of days to celebrate.

      I like the idea of revisit, and, like you, I have friends dating from the youngest of my days: when I was six and in first grade.

      I was going to law school when I finished my two years in Ghana. I didn’t want to teach then I taught, and I knew that was what I was meant to do.

      My days haven’t the symmetry of yours. They used to before I retired. I believe that retirement is this way, a sort of whatever happens life, to keep me from being bored. I am quite happy!

  3. olof1 Says:

    18 is the only age I really cared for because then we can take our driving license. Since I rarely drink alcohol I never really thought of that. I’ll be 50 this September and doesn’t mind at all. But I do look forward to the day I can retire (unless I actually would win the lottery 🙂 but it’s at least 14 years until that can happen.

    Windy and cold here with some snow fall every now and again and tomorrow will be much the same so I’ll stay indoors most of the day doing nothing 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      I always think I should win the lottery, but I have to buy tickets first, and I seldom do that. Maybe I need to start.

      The winter will be back tonight. Good-bye to temps in the 40’s; hello to the 30’s and maybe snow.

      I decided to stay home today.

      Have a great evening!

  4. Minicapt Says:

    The mind, … is configured to be boggled … easily …

    Cheers

  5. Bob Says:

    I was not anxious to turn 18 because I had to register with Selective Service, the draft board, and they were looking for cannon fodder for the seemingly endless war in Vietnam. However, the drinking age in NY was 18 which was a good thing at the time.

    You and I are of the never trust anyone over 30 generation and passing thirty or even forty didn’t bother me at all. Once I reached 50 I decided that old age is always ten years older than i am now. That way I always think of myself as not being old and I can act youthful until the end. My only wish is that when my body doesn’t want to cooperate with my youthful mind I won’t become a burdon on my son.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I remember the same fears in my friends when they turned eighteen. Most of them, though, got 2-S deferments when they went to college so they had 4 years of breathing room. In the Peace Corps, the guys were defered for both years.

      My mind doesn’t age, but as you said, our bodies do. I hate not being able to do what I used to do, and I know it will only get worse!

      • Bob Says:

        In the early 1970s I had a friend who owned a tobacco store in a Downtown Dallas. Every day we ate lunch together in his small store. One day a customer came in and was buying several boxes of expernsive cigars. I asked him why he was buying such large quantities. He replied that owned a construction company that was building stuff in Vietnam under a US government contract and he was going to spend the next six months in Saigon. I asked him how his business was doing. He replied that he was making a fortune and hoped the war would never end. I asked him about the soldiers who were fighting and dying. He replied that it was terrible but otherwise he couldn’t get rich. Presodent Eisenhower remarked when he left office in 1960 to beware of the military industrial complex.

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        The contractors in Iraq probably feel the same way. They are making big money. War always lines somebody’s pockets. Men and now women die while others get rich on their deaths and the spoils of war.

  6. Cuidado Says:

    I turned sixty just two weeks ago. This milestone has made it possible to deny that I’m middle aged. It can no longer be denied. Groannnn…


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