Aw, Duck Dynasty, you have lost your charm. Season Three is too twee, or maybe it's just me...
Anyway, good morning from North Florida where it's cold and clear and the boys are coming to play with their grandmother today and tomorrow too but Jessie will be here sometime today and she will help me tomorrow and somehow in the next few days I'll get this house ready and the food ready and meanwhile, oh, I don't know, today I feel achy and so old and Elvis is crowing, crowing, come on, he says, let us out.
I want to lose twenty pounds, I want to sit and write, I want to get new baby chicks, I want to get to the water, I want to be AGILE again, not this rusty old broad falling apart, muscle by muscle, joint by joint, ligament and tendon and probably bone too. I want life to get easier as I age, not harder, I want to look like those people in the ads for services and drugs for Those Of Us In The Golden Years with their hot white hair, their radiant we-got-ours-so-fuck-you-smug smiles. No, fuck you, what's so golden about this shit?
Let's go. Let's be. Let's plod and run and fly and crawl across the floor and hobble and hop and skip and lie down again. There is nothing else for it. This is life. No one said it was supposed to be easy and if they did, they lied and there was a list of possible side-effects a mile long and you just signed the contract, never once thinking that could be me.
Not for the bad stuff or the good either so I guess it works out.
Good morning. Good morning. Good day.
Damn. I'm going through some of the same stuff...it's a bitch.
ReplyDeleteI am, however, NOT going to roll over and play dead. My big FuckYou is going to be going out with a bang.
IN the meantime, I'm gonna crawl over in the corner with you and lie in that patch of sun....
I agree, this isn't the way I expected it to be. But today, I tried some pollyanna psychology. Before I got out of bed I stretched out and marveled that anything worked at all. I celebrated locomotion, my ability to descend stairs intact, being able to bend at the waist and pet the dog. Instead of my normal how much worse can this get, I tried a little celebration of what still works. It's helping a little, or maybe it's the hangover from last night's girl's night dinner. At any rate, I agree, there's nothing gold about these years, just lots of tarnish. I want want want too, especially to be near the water in the sun. Hope our wants come true.
ReplyDeleteAches and pains are not just aches and pains at this age. They're scary.
ReplyDeleteI think if I had a rooster, I'd crow right along with him.
Hope you have a good day.
I'm doing my best. Working out today after taking clothes for C. to consignment. Having to go through things at her mom and dad's is hard.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could sleep all day and when I woke up my house would be clean and sparkly. Insomnia is a bitch and so is having to continually clean our houses. I hope you have fun with the boys. S. Jo
ReplyDeleteHoney-my cure-all is a hot bath. Warm up the old bones.
ReplyDeleteThe Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
By William Stafford, from The Way It Is, 1998
XXX Beth
Best line from Princess Bride: "Life IS pain highness. Anyone who tells you different is selling something".
ReplyDeleteJessie will be a big help and there's always martinis! Mother's little helper. (Couldn't resist!)
Love you,
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Akannie- Okay. That patch of sun is big enough.
ReplyDeleteCome on.
Mel- Oh. Me too, honey.
Denise- You nailed it.
Syd- It is VERY hard. I know.
S. Jo- Now there's a good fantasy!
Beth Coyote- Perfect.
Ms. Fleur- I know it's so.