“You need to have really wasted your life to envy the young for being young.”

The day is a delight. It is sort of sunny and 50˚. The snow is just about gone. A few small mounds sit along the roadway. The nights are still cold but spring is definitely in the air. I saw a daffodil bud this morning.

When I was a kid, the only old people I knew were my grandparents. They didn’t make old inviting. Both grandmothers wore the old lady’s fashions of the day: a nondescript flowered dress, clunky shoes and a full bib apron. My grandfathers had work and play clothes. For work they were dressed in the standard suits and fedoras. For play they wore more casual pants and shirts with collars. My grandmothers never wore pants, but my mother did.

I am seventy, but I have no idea how seventy feels. When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with quickly graying hair and wrinkles on her face though my mother once told me they were laugh lines. I don’t get it. How is that me? I feel the same inside as I always have. I do admit I tire more quickly and forget stuff more often. I’ve lost so many things in this house. I put them somewhere safe, but they are so safe I can’t find them. I guess I have to make greater use of stickies but then I’d defeat the purpose of hiding something. I dress comfortably most of the time. I never use an apron though I should. I always wipe my hands on the back of my pants and leave flour fingerprints. My grandmothers would be horrified at my wearing pants all the time. The hooded sweatshirts would mystify them. They at seventy would find me at seventy an anomaly which pleases me.

I have a few to do items including filling the bird feeders. Yesterday was a lazy day and today is shaping up to be the same. I’m almost finished my book, but I have more.

When Henry sits up and stares, I have learned he needs out. I put the leash on him and open the back door. He goes out by himself though I stand on the deck and watch. When he’s done, he comes running back inside and jumps on the couch. He doesn’t explore. I figure that will come as he gets more settled. He and Maddie are just fine. He has only been with me five days but he is already mine, and I think I am his.

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11 Comments on ““You need to have really wasted your life to envy the young for being young.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    I think Henry is establishing territory by parking on the sofa and probably trying to decide when to give Maddie a right good going over.

    The rains have settled in and my “rebuilding” Tigers have postponed their opening day festivities with the “rebuilding” Pirates. Maybe Cabrera will overcome his self inflicted challenges and lead our young and unstable team to a surprise pennant – or maybe not.

    Its Holy Thursday in my World and I will boogie down the Chapel with Mrs. MDH. Lent is behind us, and I failed miserably on my initial task. A time of reflection and hope is with us. St John Fisher calls me and I willing go.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I do believe Henry thinks the end of the couch is his refuge. Maddie had her paw in the air when she jumped to the couch and got sniffed by Henry but nothing happened.

      I will watch the Sox play the Rays. It is wonderful to have baseball back again.

      I forgot it was Holy Thursday. I remember one year my mother and I went to the service. My grandfather, not a favorite, was one of the men who got his feet washed. I laughed so quietly I think the pew shook.

  2. olof1 Says:

    I grew up in an apartment building so there were plenty of old people around and they all looked just as You described Your grandparents 🙂 🙂 My mormor however often used trousers but she did have those dresses too 🙂 My morfar eventually started to use t-shirts but I never saw hi´m wear shorts even if it was blazing hot outside.

    Lots of snow has melted away but we still have plenty left. They say we might get warmer weather next week so if they’re right the rest will be gone pretty soon.

    Today is clean Thursday here but they use a very old word for clean, skär, that also means pink so most people believes this is pink Thursday. I’m not sure how they can fit in pink in the stories about easter though 🙂 🙂

    It seems Henry has had a tough life but he will start to explore sooner or later. Or he might just be happy to stay close to You, one never knows 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Where I grew up, the neighborhood was filled with young parents and kids everywhere. I’d see old women in church and on busses but not all that frequently.

      I’m intrigued by Pink Thursday. What is the custom for this day?

      I am the fourth stop for Henry. He just has to figure out that I am his last stop. Because I am by myself, Henry will probably stick close to me. I was at the front door talking to my neighbor and twice Henry came, looked and then went back to the couch. He just wanted to make sure I was still around.

      Enjoy your evening!

      • olof1 Says:

        If there was any traditions for this day they are long forgotten I think. The different protestant churches has had a tendency to forget them and that’s why I think most people believe it is pink Thursday instead of clean Thursday 🙂

        It is however the day when the witches , our Easter hags fly to Blåkulla to have a fiest with the devil. Back in the days the name Easter hags meant both men and women but now days we tend to call the men wizards or warlocks I think.

      • katry Says:

        I envy you your folklore and love that you have Easter hags. We just have rabbits who bring eggs which is strange when you think about it.

  3. Birgit Says:

    I like Christer’s pink Thursday, here it’s green Thursday. Maybe we should combine our Thursdays, a grass green day with pink flowers 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Here it is just Thursday though it is Holy Thursday. I prefer the colors. I like your grass and flowers.

  4. Bob Says:

    Today the sun came out and the temperature driving home was 71 degrees. Perfect weather for opening day at Globe Life Park at 2:30 against the world champion Houston Astros. That’s four words that I never thought I would ever say. World champion Texas Rangers is probably four words I’ll never get to say. 🙂 Houston 4, Rangers 1. 🙁 Now that the curses of the Bambino and the Billy Goat have been defeated, it’s time for the curse of being the former Washington Senators to go down in flames. People used to say, Washington, first in war, first in peace and last in the American League. 🙁

    I might go back out to watch the Rangers in 2020 when they complete their new retractible roof ballpark. There’s nothing worse than sitting in the stands in the ninth inning when it finnally cools down to 90 degrees. 🙂

    Henry seems to be establishing his territory. Check your furniture for pee stains. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      The Sox blew it today when a relief pitcher threw the perfect home run, grand slam ball. I hate the year starting with a loss. Well, there are still 161 games to go!

      Henry has not peed on furniture but yesterday he did on the kitchen floor as I didn’t get him outside on time. I figured out that when he sits up and stares at me he needs to go out. Other than that one time yesterday, he is doing well. Luckily he isn’t a real baby puppy or I’d be out with him far more often. I’m just glad he now runs to the kitchen door and goes outside by himself. He’s a good dog, a gentle dog.

  5. BG Says:

    “I am seventy, but I have no idea how seventy feels. When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with quickly graying hair and wrinkles on her face though my mother once told me they were laugh lines. I don’t get it. How is that me? I feel the same inside as I always have.”

    Kat, I read this post when you first published it, but thought I’d circle back around and add a comment because it’s been on my mind. Your words (above) about aging were so typical of why you have so many friends/regulars on this blog. We always know that you will be genuine and sincere, and your writing will always go straight to the heart of any situation. In this case, I was amazed by how perfectly you described my own feelings when I look into a mirror. It shows me a 75-year-old geezer (turkey-neck and all) and I think to myself, ‘but…but..I don’t feel that different inside’. I’ve always suspected that a lot of oldsters have those feelings, but it’s good to have it confirmed. Thanks!

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