Oldies But Goodies
It doesn't take much these days to remind me of my parents. I work in a hospital so I see old people every day. I am reminded daily not only of when they were alive , but of what they were like when they were sick,but not really sick, I guess you would call it failing. And these old folks are really darling. One of my patients reminds me of Jessica Tandey, you know "Driving Miss Daisy". She is really beautiful. She tells me about her great-grandsons, Abe and Elijah. She is totally following the news, and whats going on the world.
I have Mr."German Guy", who gets his beers every night. What the heck? He asked me to tell the girls to get him his beer. I told him , I'd get it, if he'd share. He said there was another guy that got beer on the floor... I should check into that... I guess he didn't want to share.
I love to talk to the old guys about sports, and the old gals about their kids., and grand kids.There was a gentleman that got his hair cut short,,like a buzz, and he was so concerned his kids would freak. I asked him today, they didn't , they loved it. I Love old people,they get it.
They are so appreciative of anything you do. They can be witty, yet sarcastic. I love that. I can relate that shit.
I think I would have understood my parents much better while in my 50's rather than when I was growing up. I wish they were here.
So what does that tell me? I should be taking better care of myself, so I can enjoy my kids and their kids too. It's very hard. I just read a book , Water For Elephants which was very telling of how difficult it is to be old and not have your body do what you would want it to, and not being an independent person. I really feel for these old timers. They have so much history to share. And they are so frustrated to be in their frail bodies, not able to do the things they used to.
Just having a birthday I am reflecting on my current state of old bag reality setting in. I can't do many things that I used to. Although I was not an athlete like my kids, but I always exercised and worked out. My body aches whether I exercise or not so I may as well exercise. I worry about being forgetful. And that's on a regular basis. I prided myself on remembering events and dates, God forbid Rob bring up an old girlfriend, I know the exact time, date and who's party she was wearing her strumpet halter top! Lord knows there is a reason why women stop having babies in their fifties. I could barely keep up with Abe this past weekend, and his Mommy did all the running. I took care of him before he could walk and he was so heavy to lift! I know being 54 is a different era for me. I am so much slower, less tolerant, and more emotional. I blame Menopause for much of my symptoms. It's hell being a woman. Yet,I wouldn't have it any other way.
I look in the mirror and I do not see me. Hell, my hair changes color every week, I am surprised if Abe even knows who I am.I look at my nieces and I see them turning into young women. I look at my kids and they are now the age, I always thought Rob and I would stay forever. Guess what... we didn't. But here we are, and we get to be a part of their lives and we love it. We have a wonderful time with them, and they like to be with us.
So I've been thinking....Robby and Bri here is the kind of place I want to live.
I am thinking I will need to have stipulations on where we need to live in 20 -25 years. I do not want to live with my you, my kids. I love both of you, but forget it. I am not going that route. So I want to go to a place with our Richmond friends. I will put up with an Indiana city, but I would prefer OBX. A condo would be nice, by the ocean. You may have to consult the Burkett kids and the O'Maley kids, I'll live in Indiana if I absolutely have to. I want to be close to my friends. The place must have Happy Hour on the weekends. Even if they do not allow alcohol, give me a placebo. O'doul's will do. We must have a concert every season. I am thinking some of the older bands will still have one or two guys still living that would do a nursing home gig. You kids work out the details. Maybe we'll need to live in French Lick cause the older rock bands are coming here. So Huey Lewis in twenty years would be awesome for us. I guess we could play corn hole and testicle toss, that isn't too hard on our old bodies. In other words reenact the OBX week and I'll be happy.
I have Mr."German Guy", who gets his beers every night. What the heck? He asked me to tell the girls to get him his beer. I told him , I'd get it, if he'd share. He said there was another guy that got beer on the floor... I should check into that... I guess he didn't want to share.
I love to talk to the old guys about sports, and the old gals about their kids., and grand kids.There was a gentleman that got his hair cut short,,like a buzz, and he was so concerned his kids would freak. I asked him today, they didn't , they loved it. I Love old people,they get it.
They are so appreciative of anything you do. They can be witty, yet sarcastic. I love that. I can relate that shit.
I think I would have understood my parents much better while in my 50's rather than when I was growing up. I wish they were here.
So what does that tell me? I should be taking better care of myself, so I can enjoy my kids and their kids too. It's very hard. I just read a book , Water For Elephants which was very telling of how difficult it is to be old and not have your body do what you would want it to, and not being an independent person. I really feel for these old timers. They have so much history to share. And they are so frustrated to be in their frail bodies, not able to do the things they used to.
Just having a birthday I am reflecting on my current state of old bag reality setting in. I can't do many things that I used to. Although I was not an athlete like my kids, but I always exercised and worked out. My body aches whether I exercise or not so I may as well exercise. I worry about being forgetful. And that's on a regular basis. I prided myself on remembering events and dates, God forbid Rob bring up an old girlfriend, I know the exact time, date and who's party she was wearing her strumpet halter top! Lord knows there is a reason why women stop having babies in their fifties. I could barely keep up with Abe this past weekend, and his Mommy did all the running. I took care of him before he could walk and he was so heavy to lift! I know being 54 is a different era for me. I am so much slower, less tolerant, and more emotional. I blame Menopause for much of my symptoms. It's hell being a woman. Yet,I wouldn't have it any other way.
I look in the mirror and I do not see me. Hell, my hair changes color every week, I am surprised if Abe even knows who I am.I look at my nieces and I see them turning into young women. I look at my kids and they are now the age, I always thought Rob and I would stay forever. Guess what... we didn't. But here we are, and we get to be a part of their lives and we love it. We have a wonderful time with them, and they like to be with us.
So I've been thinking....Robby and Bri here is the kind of place I want to live.
I am thinking I will need to have stipulations on where we need to live in 20 -25 years. I do not want to live with my you, my kids. I love both of you, but forget it. I am not going that route. So I want to go to a place with our Richmond friends. I will put up with an Indiana city, but I would prefer OBX. A condo would be nice, by the ocean. You may have to consult the Burkett kids and the O'Maley kids, I'll live in Indiana if I absolutely have to. I want to be close to my friends. The place must have Happy Hour on the weekends. Even if they do not allow alcohol, give me a placebo. O'doul's will do. We must have a concert every season. I am thinking some of the older bands will still have one or two guys still living that would do a nursing home gig. You kids work out the details. Maybe we'll need to live in French Lick cause the older rock bands are coming here. So Huey Lewis in twenty years would be awesome for us. I guess we could play corn hole and testicle toss, that isn't too hard on our old bodies. In other words reenact the OBX week and I'll be happy.
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