Due to changes at the newspaper, [freelancing vs. work for hire] I can no longer post my entire column as a blog post. So here's the beginning, with a link to the rest of the article.
Letters from Harrisburg: Growing old
offers endless amusements
By Dorcas Smucker For The Register-Guard
Something
strange and shocking has been happening at our house. It’s hard to admit, but
my husband, Paul, and I seem to be acting a lot more like our parents. We yell
more than we used to, and small problems somehow turn into big theatrical
events.
The
“back pantry” of our old farmhouse has a concrete floor and a door leading
outside that has a significant gap on the bottom.
A
few weeks ago, I hunted for a container of blueberries in the old refrigerator
in that pantry. As I reached for the berries, I was startled by a quick green
movement right by my eye. A frog crouched there, inches away, on top of the
open refrigerator door.
[You can read the rest here.]
Delightful. My husband and I are at about the same spot; we find lots of humor in our creeping deafness and blindness. As long as we have each other to make up the deficiencies I figure we can make it.
ReplyDeleteHumor and each other sounds like a good strategy.
DeleteThanks for the entertaining account and the sage conclusions.
ReplyDeleteYesterday I talked to someone who goes to church with your Uncle Johny. She says he hardly understands anything said during church. His children have tried to get him set up with hearing aids but he says they don't work. I hope your hearing stays stellar. LRM
Thanks. I hope so too, and that's too bad about Johnny. I could still make myself heard the last time I saw him.
DeleteEven Time magazine agrees with you. Jeffrey Kluger writes about the surprising joy of old age in the September 17 issue. So maybe now as your growing older, you should take up writing for Time magazine. ��
ReplyDeleteI'm going to look this up, and who knows what I'll do in the coming years!
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