“The trick in life is learning how to deal with it.”

I am behind closed doors driven inside by the heat and humidity. At nine thirty it was already 81Ėš. I expect I will spend all day inside though maybe I’ll go out in the early evening to the deck just for a bit of humid, stale air.

I am older than I ever thought about being. When I was a kid, I saw myself old in my twenties and nearly decrepit by my thirties. I wanted to be thirteen then sixteen then twenty one so I could vote and drink. That age seemed the pinnacle of life when I was ten. Now, I am older than 70. Parts of me are wearing out. It takes a bit for me to recall a name or a place. Sometimes if I doodle a little, the waiting time brings back what I need. Other times it comes back to me but long after I needed it. I wear my glasses all the time. I want to see where I’m going, actually, not proverbially. My back is bent and painful. My knee hurts. I have carpel tunnel syndrome in my most useful wrist and hand. I used to carry 50 pounds of cat litter upstairs. Now, heavy is lightweight. I carry things a little at a time. I have adjusted to getting older.

I consider myself lucky because I love living every single day. I marvel at sunsets and starlit nights. I remember the first time I saw the man in the moon. He was grinning then and he still grins now. I have a wonderful family and amazing friends. I have seen a bit of the world and am chomping (or champing) at the bit to see more. I have a list. My body may ache but it gets where I need to go, just far more slowly. I haven’t lost my sense of humor or my appreciation for the absurd. When I’m driving, I sometimes have to stop to appreciate up close the beauty which caught my eye: the garden filled with flowers, the ocean or a cranberry bog red with berries. Christmas delights me just as it had when I was a kid. I love the smell of the tree and the colored lights in my yard. I stand and admire my garden every morning. I watch really bad science fiction movies and love them every time. I am happy with life.

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12 Comments on ““The trick in life is learning how to deal with it.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Age and slowing down ? For the first time I said out loud that I will finish work at the end of 2019. Will it happen ? Who knows but I have actually told my “employer” and the family. Does that mean I have reached the stage where I am acknowledging that I am or want to slow down ? Perhaps the time will come where I no longer want to go to a Friday night show in Detroit, or fly for a game or tournament or fuss over a new album. We shall see

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I have been retired for fourteen years tomorrow. I went early, and I have not once regretted my decision. My weeks were generally 50 hours long. I was up at 5:15 every morning. Slowing down has been a joy. Whatever you love now, you will always love.

  2. Margie Anthes Says:

    Love this post. I feel the same way and I’m 63. Still working though but looking forward to being able to read and sleep and crossword puzzle whenever I want to.

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Margie,
      That’s what I loved best, going to bed when I wanted and waking up whenever. I retired in 2004, the year the Red Sox won the World Series. One of their playoff series on the way to the BIG win was on the West Coast. Most of those games weren’t over until close to one. I would have missed them if I were still working.

      You will love the freedom of every day!!!

  3. Birgit Says:

    Older? [Search…] Yup. Tomorrow šŸ™‚

    Another perfect bike weather day here so I just had to go on a train-bike trip. Lots of water today: a canal, a river (different canal and river than before), a water mill, a town by the river, a castle next to a water-filled moat and a lake. I still enjoy summer and biking and and to discover new places I’m glad that I’m still able to do it.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      You bike ride and I stay inside all day to stay cool. I am amazed and a bit jealous at all you have a bike ride away. I can do the Cape by bike, and it it a wonderful ride, but it is pretty much the same view.

      Yup!!

      • Birgit Says:

        Unfortunately my destinations are not just a bike ride away, the town where I live is quite boring, I have to take the train first. 10 minutes to the next town, up to an hour for longer distances. Fortunately my regular public transport ticket covers a large area so I can explore all sites I can reasonably reach by train.
        Btw, it’s already August 17 here šŸ™‚

      • katry Says:

        Birgit,
        The bike trail from here to Ptown goes through woods, across a marsh or toward near the dunes. It is uphill from Dennis to Orleans then flat from there. I rode it several times in my bicycle heyday!

        I was born around 3:30 in the morning.

  4. Bob Says:

    I will continue working until I physically can’t. Like you my ability to recall names is fuzzy. Conversations with friends at lunch are peppered with statements such as, “what’s his name”, or “that guy who used to work in the Citation program, you know he was bald”. Faces are imprinted forever but the associated name slips away into oblivion.
    I will keep working because my hobby became my career and if I retired my wife and I might kill each other. šŸ™‚ Some parts don’t work as well as they used to and getting out of bed takes just a little longer but once I get going and have a cup of coffee I’m 30 again. At least in my mind. šŸ™‚

    Back to hot and dry weather again with a high of 98 degrees.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I also revert to descriptions in my hunt for names. I’m glad the. someone figures out what I mean.

      I am so glad I stopped working as early as I did. I have traveled to favorite places, had friends visit in the middle of the week, gone to bed when I was tired and slept late in the morning.

      Some days I am not busy, and I’m just fine with that. If I have a good book, I can read all day. I love that. I’m happy, and that’s what counts!!

      Hot and humid here!


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