“Don’t grow older—grow wiser.”

This morning is dreary. It is also windy. I can hear the chimes in the backyard and the rustling of the leaves. It has been raining on and off since last night. Henry woke me up at around 3 to let him out, and it was raining then. He didn’t care. I went back to bed, and at some point, he joined me. We slept in until 10.

Yesterday I puttered on the deck. I cleaned the outside of the grill and covered it. My fingers are crossed. I’m hoping this cover will not disappear the way the last one did. I’m still baffled as to where that one went. I’m guessing it was a cadre of spawns working in unison. I’m thinking spawn nests around my neighborhood are cozy and waterproof. I also strung a new sets of lights along the top of the deck rail. I’m taking guesses as to how long they’ll stay lit before a spawn chews the wire. I bought a backup set. My expectations of the string’s survival are low.

When I was a kid, I had important milestones I could barely wait to reach. Each brought huge expectations. I wanted to be a teenager, to turn thirteen. I had watched all those teen movies, and I waited for all the parties and fun to begin. They didn’t. The next milestone was turning sixteen, but that birthday was a bust. I was totally disappointed. We were in Maine, and my aunt and uncle were with us. My birthday was also their anniversary. My mother bought a cake with felicitations to all of us written in the frosting. I didn’t want to share my big day. I figured I only turn 16 once, and they have an anniversary every year. I don’t even remember having a piece of cake. I was a bit petulant. I then bided my time until I was twenty-one. That was a great birthday. My friends took me out to dinner. I was given a magnum of champagne from another friend.   I could drink legally, and I could vote just in time for Nixon’s run in 1968.

All that time, I never really gave much thought to growing older. I never looked that far ahead. Now I find older is creeping closer and closer. My word retrieval skill is weakening. I lose things I put away because I can’t remember where they are. My hair is far grayer than it is brown. Laugh lines are really wrinkles. I’m slower than I’ve ever been. I tend to shuffle sometimes, but I don’t mind. They are just a part of the process of growing older.

Life right now is wonderful. I’m back to the present without worrying about the future. The familiar is filled with wonder. I love every new day.

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8 Comments on ““Don’t grow older—grow wiser.””

  1. Bob Says:

    When I was a kid I couldn’t wait for the future. Milestones were obvious such as my birthday, holidays and summer. My big milestone event was my Bar Mitzvah. I was anxiously awaiting the many presents, mainly lot’s of checks, from my adoring relatives. Unfortunately, most of the money were savings bonds. 😦

    The only time I think about growing old is when my wife brings up her 85 year old mother. When I was a teenager I didn’t trust anyone over 30 and wanted to find a woman who would love me when I was 64.:-) I still consider being old occurring ten years older than I am now. 🙂 When the time comes I want to go quietly in my sleep, or being shot by a Jealous husband who catches me in the act with his 30 year old wife when I’m 102 years old. 🙂

    Today is clear with the current temperature right now at 96 degrees. There is no rain forecast until next Saturday.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I chuckled at your death by a jealous husband. That would be quite an ending.

      What a let down, savings bonds which have to sit a while to get to fruition. I usually got real money for birthdays. I always felt the envelopes to make sure they were thicker than just a card.

      It was when I was in my late teens or early 20’s when don’t trust anyone over 30 was popular. I remember thinking about that when I turned 30.

      It rained on and off most of the day. We even had some thunder. It was damp and chilly.

      • Bob Says:

        The savings bonds were to be saved for my college education. The really amazing part would be to be able to perform at 102 with or without blue pills. 🙂 I don’t want to live to 102 unless I’m able to be active and have most of my cognitive functions. Otherwise, what’s the point.

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        I figure if you live that long you’ll have outlived friends and family. I’m not so sure I’d want that to happen to me.

  2. William Sandford Says:

    I did the dialysis return trip last night and stayed for dinner. Marty is 95 and most of the others are 10 years younger. Some have the start of dementia. The dinner table conversation was like “Who’s on first.”
    I don’t remember having a 16th birthday party. I do remember my best friend in college treating me to a beer at the Down Under in Durham when I turned 21. On my 70th we had a blizzard.

    • katry Says:

      Bill,
      That was quite nice of you to go to dinner with Marty. At least you don’t have to think of a conversation. Just use one you had earlier.

      When I was 21, my friends took mo out to dinner.They all had a bit to drink and none of them paid for the meal. I got stuck with the bill. Later they asked one another what they owed as their part of the bill. That’s when they found out no one had. One of them called and said they wanted to take me to dinner again. I told them I couldn’t afford it.

  3. Birgit Says:

    My grandmother still had beautiful long black hair when she was over 80 years old but like anyone of this generation she never wore her hair open in public. Unfortunately I inherited my hair from the other side of the family so I’m one of these gray-haired hippies now. I actually like that my hair is already gray and don’t color it, it was strange when everyone thought that I was much younger than I really was.
    The weather was just perfect today so I took my bike got onto a train and headed for a bike tour to check out a new cycle route. Back home just in time for soccer on TV.

  4. katry Says:

    Birgit,
    None of us, my two sisters and I, color our hair. My youngest sister is the grayest of us all. I like the look. It is only the last few years the grey seems to multiply exponentially on my head during the night.

    I don’t know what anyone else thinks, but I look younger than I am. I know that is a bit self-serving!

    Today was raining the whole day. I went out for an errand this morning then stayed inside the rest of the day.


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