Oldest in my family,always told to be the best I could be. A grandmother and married almost 6 years now.I need to stay busy and find things to do and if I can’t find what I want –I organize one. Failure is not an option. I am an optimist and have had a good life-I believe everything is possible if you try!
When Other People Think You’re Old
I remember the first time someone offered to carry my groceries to the car and realized that I really did look my age and that people thought I was old. My mirror had been telling me the same thing but you know you really can’t trust mirrors. My daughter told me that her friend had said I was looking for her-I knew that her friend didn’t have a clue as to who I was and asked how she knew it was her mother. She told me that her friend had told her “an old lady had asked for her”-somehow my daughter knew it was me. I can’t forget my shock. I had been called an old lady!
When the waitress called me “dearie” –not so uusual down South but here in New England it was a first for me. Anyway I don’t feel any different but there are signs that others regard me as elderly-When I ask for them to repeat directions they almost shout their reply.
My adult children suddenly know much more than I and tell me all the ways “things have changed” and explain much more than necessary.
I don’t feel any different and each morning I am surprised at the rather wrinkled senior citizen I see in the looking glass.. I feel as alive and vital as I ever was but I know others are questioning my assumption.
I begin to worry now if I can’t remember the name of that actor from yesteryear appearing in a classic movie, things that I used as a child are now appearing in antique shops and heaven forbid, museums. When people who I know are younger than I, are called elderly in the newspaper or on the TV news, when people explain the obvious to me…I know it has happened. Funny without these clues I would not know –I’m OLD.
Five years ago when I was married I discovered that my new husband and I spoke different languages. I call our big meal of the day(meat and potatoes) when served at noon is called dinner. He insists dinner is served at the end of the day; says that the noon meal is lunch. It can’t be lunch I said because lunch is just a soup and sandwich type of meal. So the solution when I put the dinner on the table at noon, he eats his lunch and in the evening he has a sandwich for dinner–Compromise is what a good marriage is based on. Actually we get along very well considering that he was married 52 years to his first wife and we had some catching up to do.
John is an engineer and measures everything,has to make sure the sheet on the bed hangs exactly as low on one side as the other-goes from side to side checking several times until it’s right! He makes the bed, you see while I make myself scarce. I can’t stand such precision for making a bed-only rocket launches need that due diligence-actually come to think of it that’s exactly what he did before retiring-he was an aerospace rocket engineer. The only other problem is loading the dishwasher-I just put the dishes in wherever they will fit. He says that the racks were engineered specifically hold the plates,saucers,cups saucers etc. just so . I load the dishwasher during the day and before he starts it,he rearranges everything There you go compromise!!
Actually any husband who makes a bed and loads a dishwasher is my kind of guy!!
It was not easy to find a user name because all the good ones have been taken so this username is as close to what I wanted as I could get. I guess the real idea is to keep trying. You see, I graduated from college 18 years after I entered as a Freshman,I married my husband ,John at age 70. Some things take a while to get them right-just keep trying! A little background on STRIVING …When I was young ,my place at the dinner or supper table(more on this another day) was at my father’s left. Each night(yes we always sat down together for meals ) at the supper table he would ask what we had learned that day during school and asked for any grades we had received that day. I was a good student and if I mentioned that I had received 100% he said I should have a grade of 110%. Also being the oldest I was told that our family, especially my sisters(did I mention that I am the oldest of 5 ?) ,would have to follow behind me in school and everything I did would reflect on them and our family name. So there the standard was set. If I tried to explain some failure on my part, I was told that I should not be “alibi ike”. That was long before Eisenhower was president so where that name came from is a mystery. Horatio Alger was my hero, I never read those books but from what I heard he made something of himself. So even today I believe if I tried a little harder I could do a better job.