All of us are getting older, the ones who are not are on the dirt side of the grass.
Some folk get sweeter as they age, I like that.
We should be more patient as we age, but we are not always patient nor tolerant.
We should enjoy our memories with friends, but also enjoy their memories, share the stories that bring you joy, even if they are repeated.
I say that and smile about one way conversations. Most every one knows I am mostly deaf, I hear noises and voices, but do not understand them. So I never talk on the phone anymore. My Sherry does.
I can guess who she is talking to. If she talks and laughs, then listens and laughs, then talks and laughs or gets down the High School year book, I know it is Evelyn. They share stores or tales.
However there are times I hear, what I think is Yeah (yes) then all is quiet for a few minutes maybe a laugh on this end, and uh huh, quiet on this end with an ‘Oh yeah I remember that.” . I could guess who she is talking to, or Actually Who is talking on the other end.
But she does enjoy all the phone calls and I am glad she can hear and talk. She is a good listener and sometimes that is what someone needs.
We never get too old to care or help. Thanksgiving day we drove to Palm Bay to take Mark and William (who is down helping him work on the house) out to lunch. Also Mark had run into a problem, no water.(the house is on a well) Mark is a good builder and designer but not much on plumbing and electrical.
So during our visit I had a chance to help, it is good to be 75 years old and still be able to pull a well pump apart and repair it. It wasn’t a technical job, the motor had frozen up, it was just labor intensive (YOU like that? I learned that lately, ‘Labor Intensive’ that means it was hard work ). When we left they had water and again my son took time to thank me, I liked that.
(Some of us remember this pump!)
Now they can flush the toilets without going to Home Depot .
Today IS THE OLDEST YOU'VE EVER BEEN, YET THE YOUNGEST YOU'LL EVER BE, SO ENJOY THIS DAY WHILE IT LASTS.
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