“Life is full of banana skins. You slip, you carry on.”
It rained last night. I missed it. I slept right through over an inch of rain. The day is still cloudy, and it could rain again, and I could scream again, that high pitched scream favored by B movie heroines. The weekend, though, has given me hope. It will be a bright spot and will return me to sanity. We could get to the mid 60’s while Boston could reach the 70’s.
I am an older citizen; I am elderly. I am a senior citizen. I get an hour at most grocery stores to shop with my compatriots, the other seniors. I just never get up that early.
My age hasn’t ever been a big issue for me though I cringe when the decades change, especially when I crossed from the 60’s into the 70’s. When I see myself in the mirror, usually when I’m brushing my teeth, I am always surprised by the older woman looking back at me. When did I get old? Am I really old or am I just wrinkled? My mind doesn’t acknowledge old, but my body screams old. It limits me. I hate that.
When I was a kid, I stopped playing with dolls after I was around seven and had learned to read. The only toys I remember from back then are the games. We got a new one every Christmas. It was always in the front leaning on other toys. I still remember the year I got Sorry. I think we played it on Christmas night. Back then I would have been gobsmacked to learn that at 72 I’d still be playing Sorry.
I am going to be part of the banana bread phenomenon, on purpose. I have three blackened bananas, the number which appears in almost every recipe. I can barely wait. Meanwhile, the butter is softening on the counter so I can slather it on the warm bread.
My cardiologist and I are meeting today, virtually. I just got a pre-appointment call asking for updated information, everything I usually tell the doctor. With no EKG, the doctor is left with only a few anecdotal questions.
Today is water the plants day, clean the bathrooms day and make that bread. That sounds exhausting.
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May 1, 2020 at 3:18 pm
Hi Kat,
I too have that disconnect between how I think of myself and the image I see in the mirror. My hair is a lovely silver but I have to remind myself that it is a lovely silver. In my mind’s eye, it’s a lovely black. And that old woman brushing her teeth in my mirror is really my Aunt Jeannette. Couldn’t possibly be me.
It poured up here most of the day and it was cold. Now the rain has stopped and it’s definitely humid. Almost like summer. I guess I’ll be weed whacking the grass tomorrow.
Enjoy the day.
May 1, 2020 at 5:56 pm
Hi Caryn,
I aways think the black far out numbers the grey when I look in a mirror. My face, though, does give me away. I’m okay with it.
After the morning rain, we got sun, a warm sun. It was a pretty day.
I got nothing done.
May 1, 2020 at 3:38 pm
I’m with you, Kat. I don’t feel old inside my head, but I’m “sometimes” mortified and mystified when I catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. I’m not cute anymore! On the whole, though, I don’t care as long as I don’t forget too many things in one day. 😉
My advice? Skip the bathrooms and jump to baking the banana bread!
May 1, 2020 at 5:59 pm
Hello Marie,
I didn’t see this before I left, but it is the best advice as that is what I did. My check came so I went to the bank then I took a ride. I did not clean!
It was a nice afternoon.
May 1, 2020 at 4:32 pm
Hi Kat,
Regardless what age the image in the mirror actually looks like, I still feel that I’m in my 40s. Unfortunately, the mind body disconnect gets in the way of actually being in my 40s. The hair is gray and the skin under my chin is sagging from the pull of gravity. I know have pains in places I didn’t know existed.
Today the sun is back out but the temperature is already at hitting 90 degrees.
The song, “Yes we have no Bananas”, may actually becoming true if scientists can’t find a cure for the disease striking the banana growing regions of the world. Here’s an article that describes the problem.
https://www.sciencemag.org/news/2019/07/devastating-banana-disease-may-have-reached-latin-america-could-drive-global-prices#
May 1, 2020 at 7:45 pm
Hi Bob,
That’s sort of what I said about the disconnect. I guess I wasn’t clear. We all have “remembrances.”
It is harder to pretend from where we’re at. Gravity does hold sway, and some people seem to get shorter.
Our weather changed for the better, a good start for May.
May 1, 2020 at 6:23 pm
Power washing. Me and my trusty washer took advantage of a beautiful afternoon to start the lengthy project of cleaning the brick pavers on the patio. Mrs MDH was laughing at me as not surprisingly I ended up covered in mud. It’s a full 3 day Effort, so hopefully I will be done by Sunday night
May 1, 2020 at 7:49 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I would have been laughing too. My father was usually the brunt of our teasing, and I can only imagine what he’d do with power washer.
You keep reminding me of my dad: covered in mud. Good luck on the timing.
May 2, 2020 at 4:16 am
I don’t feel I’ve aged at all except for that last time I had a cold, possibly the corona. For the first time in my life I felt really oldand that was after it had passed. It was when I had walked 100 yards with the dogs and didn’t think I would be able to walk back home again 🙂 🙂 🙂
We had rain almost all day yesterday but it was mostly drizzle or misty rain. Turns out it was perfect weather for some garden work. This morning has been rather lovely but it’ll change any time now, more rain is on the way they say and this time it’ll come as heavy showers. I’m not too worried, they are rarely right in their predictions 🙂 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
May 2, 2020 at 6:40 pm
Christer,
Every day it seems something new aches. I think parts are just wearing out. I can’t carry heavy weights anymore and that’s just the start of what I can no longer do.
Rain is good this time of year. We have had two inches of rain in the last week and maybe it is getting warmer.
Take care.