A couple of weeks ago I was downtown waiting for the bus. While waiting I had a nice chat with a man waiting for the same bus. He looked to be in his late 70’s or early 80’s. He had a stroke a few years ago and used a cane and his speech was slightly slurred. But he was in no way frail or disabled. He stood straight not bent over and he walked with a spring in his step. He told me he goes downtown every Friday to meet his grandson for lunch at a soul food restaurant.
When the bus came there were two of his friends sitting up front. He joined them and I sat in the seat behind them. His friends were complaining about their aches and pains and about how hard life is. Well, he took exception to their way of thinking and told them that life is good and they should be happy they are still getting around and grateful for all they have when so many have so little. Then he told them that when he was a little boy he decided that he would not complain about his life even if he lived to be 100.
One of the men asked if he thought he would live to be a 100. He said yes, he was pretty sure he would. The friend then asked when he would be 100. He replied Monday. Yep, he was born in 1917 and Monday would be his 100th birthday!
Several people on the bus heard the conversation and went up to him to shake his hand and say happy birthday. Me, too. This man was amazing! If my life can be like his at 100 I say bring it on! Really, if I am as fit at 80 or 85 as he is at 100 I will be more than happy, I will be ecstatic
I didn’t when I was young.
Oh, I knew old people,
anyone who was a real adult was old in my eyes,
I couldn’t imagine that someday I would
look and think like them.
I’m not talking about celebrities but regular old people
like parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, doctors and teachers.
Now that I am of a certain ge it amazes me how young these people are.
Babies are having babies!
And don’t get me started on doctors!
I mean really when did they get so young?
Isn’t there an ge requirement to get a medical license?
Well, I have ged and though I am told I don’t look my ge
I know what I look like first thing in the morning and last thing at night
and it ain’t pretty. Not ugly but definitely old.
Well, it isn’t really okay but in life if you don’t ge you’re dead.
I have been thinking about the changes in my life. I think many of us do this time this time of year. One of the things that changed in my life has been my body. Of course, everyone’s body changes over time but the last few days I have been pondering my changes.
When I was a baby and until I was about six I was fat. I little dumpling if you will. When I was a little girl I was pretty average. Not short or tall, chubby or thin just an average little girl. Then I got tall and skinny and awkward, all arms and legs.
From my mid-twenties to thirties, I was just right. I wasn’t tall or short, not chubby or skinny. My arms and legs were no longer gangly but just as they should be. I had curves where they are supposed to be all slender and perky…at attention if you know what I mean.
My forties and fifties brought some changes. Things got softer and rounder and I gained some weight. Then I was suddenly sixty! Things changed, a lot! I was not fat but a bit plump and things sorted started shifting south. My little pot belly morphed into a turkey roaster and my cute often complimented little butt…well let’s just say it wasn’t often complimented. But maybe it’s because folks don’t compliment older women’s butts. Probably because no one looks at them but that is another post.
Now on my way to seventy, though I don’t want to be a little birdy old lady I don’t want to be an ostrich either. So, in 2015, I was on and sometimes off, a diet. It took a year to lose twenty-five pounds! Dieting is hard work and I prefer naps. Anyway, I am happy to be if not svelte at least wearing a size ten.
But here is a question. If it took a year to lose twenty-five pounds why did it only take five days to gain five and a half pounds? So much of life is a puzzle.
Something I take for granted every day is that I can read.
Not that I can see to read though that is a great blessing
but that I know how to read.
I could read a bit before I went to school and was very excited to learn more.
I loved the words and how they went together to make sentences and paragraphs.
To read stories and be transported to other places or learn about new things,
to read about people and how they lived, it was all fascinating.
The library was and still is one of my favorite places,
Today, I take this wondrous gift for granted.
If I have any fear for tomorrow it is that as I grow old
I may lose the ability to read.
Hi, my Peoples.
Mama is taking part in the A to Z Challenge
and she said I could tell you about today’s letter.
Mama went for a walk and took a picture of what she saw. The streets are lined with Dogwood trees showing off.
They have pretty delicate white flowers
Sometimes they are pink but most of the ones she saw today were white. Mama says Dogwoods are a sure sign winter is gone and spring is here.
See you in a couple of weeks it’s Jacks turn to write next week.