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A Wrinkle a Week

I’m so not cool. Perhaps I am even “cringe”.  Am I too old to be anything other than old? I’m not sure. The beauty industry, focused primarily on looking younger, tells me that I should fight my wrinkles. I look in the mirror and think waging war on my aging body is probably a losing battle, but maybe, just maybe, this particular moisturizer can banish my wrinkles and crepey skin. Who wants “bingo” arms?  No sleeveless tops for me. I’m out of the loop and sound kind of silly using some of the words coined by the younger generation. 67 means what?  I use too many ellipses … and I need a cheat sheet to help me understand and write texts. Don’t roll your eyes at me, I had enough of that when my son was a teenager. Now it’s my son who can hover a bit; he’s telling me to “be careful” more often.  I may even roll my eyes at him!  On a scale of 1 to 10,  I’m mostly invisible in the world of men. If I’m noticed at all it’s because I look strange or am acting like a strange old lady . If I am not careful I can slip up and start a sentence with” Kids these days…” (oops!). Sounding like my Mother is definitely not cool.

A Wonder a Week

I may not be cool, but I am not a passing fad. I am a “classic”! Think Rolls Royce or a Gucci bag. Well maybe I shouldn’t go that far, but there are some things, like me, that never go out of style. If I practice kindness, respect and tolerance I am never out of style. I am mostly comfortable in my own skin. I don’t try on 20 outfits before I leave the house or suffer discomfort  from clothes that are cool but painful to wear.  I’d rather do the next right thing than strive for the right clothes, the right car and whatever else cool people have. I have more time to spend on things I enjoy instead of worrying about my image. Comparing myself, evaluating myself and testing the environment are a waste of my precious time.  Older women are not on the radar of our youth obsessed culture. My age is pretty good cover, people aren’t watching me, but ignore me at your own peril if you are trying to do harm and be unjust. I worry less about impressing other people and more about impressing myself. I remind myself often that “ What  you think about me is none of my business.”

a WRINKLE a week

“If it’s not one thing it’s another.” For example, when asked about my physical ailment du jour I might say, “My knee is better, but my hip hurts now.”  With aging complicating my life, I often face multiple issues all occurring at the same time. My townhome needs work, my body needs work and the world is a total mess. It feels like the movie title “Everything Everywhere All At Once.”  I’d really prefer just one thing at a time. Thank you very much. It could be that I’m not as adept at juggling as I once was, or maybe I’m just tired more.My house of cards is more susceptible to collapsing. I’m not a moving target, I’m a sitting duck. But enough with the metaphors!  Shit happens and I have to deal with it or pay the price. My limited and fixed income is constraining and at times makes me fearful. Meanwhile time marches on and life gets even more complicated.

a WONDER a week

As the years go by, with more and more of, “been there done that”,  I’d like to think that I’ve learned a lot. A big part of what I have learned is that not everything is an emergency.  I can prioritize what needs to be addressed right now and what can wait. So that “Everything Everywhere All At Once” becomes more like First Things First and One Day at a Time. My body is not as reliable as it once was and I can plan for that. I don’t need to wait for the emergency to happen, I can focus on accessibility right now. Denial is still a liability for me, but it has been tempered by the many experiences I’ve had with “It won’t happen to me.” actually happening to me.  I’m not afraid to ask for help and not above playing the old, gray haired lady card. Problem solving is something I think I’m pretty good at. I dig deep, navigate phone prompts  and figure out who I need to talk to. Customer service is an oxymoron: my call is not important to them and they will not be with me shortly. I’m very tenacious and at times I am even patient. Yes, patience!

a WRINKLE a week :I used to ________ run, play guitar… ( Fill in the blank).  If my conversations are full of used to’s, then I know my now is lacking something. Melancholy for a younger, better me diverts my attention from what I am doing now. When the present me is not so cool, do I get points for all the things I used to do?  Was I really a better version of myself then, but now I’m just old?  I know I have a long past, and a future which will be much shorter, but I am learning the moment I have right now is really the only one I need. What am I going to do with this moment? “Used to” is really nowhere

a WONDER a week: Whatever “it” was or is, it’s not a fatal flaw or I’d be dead. I wonder  how many times I got through it when I just  “couldn’t do it” anymore. I walked or I crawled, but I kept moving. Iv’e learned I don’t get an “A”for pretty, I get an “A” for effort. Remember that awful, cringe commercial from 1980, about a perfume Enjoli, where the heroine sings and dances while crowing: I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never let you forget you’re a man.”  Well I don’t cook, I don’t really like bacon and I won’t help you if your masculinity is so fragile that I need to remind you you’re a man. So the wonder of it all is I’m really much stronger than I give myself credit for. And I’m not done yet.

The kids in the neighborhood congregate at the house next door to play. When they play outside their voices are the background music to my day. I envy them because they are so uninhited and unself-conscious. They are not worried about looking silly or being judged. They even sold rocks this summer and I bought some like every adult in the neighborhood. I know this stage of their lives will end as the world of comparison and judgement awaits them all. They too will soon be thinking “What will people think?”

I feel like shame is in my DNA. I inherited it from my Mother, just as she inherited it from her Mother. My mother got up every morning and dressed herself in shame. I’d like to think that in her sleep and dreams, and in her demented state today, that shame is not able to claim her. How did I know that she was full of shame? She was muted and timid and often seemed afraid. Her question, spoken or unspoken, was “What will people think?” Her default was “It’s all my fault.” As I got older, I understood that she held secrets buried under her shame. Soon I had my own secrets.

I got a double dose of shame, Catholic and female shame. I knew I was a sinner. As I grew up, I was burdened with the overwhelming shame of being a female. I bled every month and my body changed in ways I couldn’t control. Did everyone know I was on my period?  I had sexual feelings. Was I a good girl or a slut? Was I pretty and popular? Who knew about that thing I was trying so hard to hide?  Sometimes I played “dumb” and other times I berated myself for an A-. I was sure if I was just “myself” that I would be alone and I would never be good enough. A lie was ok if it protected me. And I won’t even begin to share my parenting mistakes and secrets. Motherhood gives birth to babies and guilt and shame.

So how did I get here? Today I am usually at peace with myself and most of the time I feel I am good enough. Many years of therapy, 12 Step programs and just plain hard emotional and spiritual work have been my path. I try to be very aware of  my self-talk and how important it is for me to pay attention to what I tell myself. I share my feelings with trusted friends and family too. Shame still nips at my heels, but self-forgiveness keeps me out of reach.

I have compassion for my Mother who did the best she could with what she had. I’m sad she struggled so much with shame and  fear of what others thought of her. With help she might have discovered her wonderful self and that she was worthy and deserving of love. Just because. I wish the same for my son,Tyler.

My neighbors tree 
ignoring property lines,
trespasses in my yard.
In the summer,
I borrow its shade like a cup of sugar.
I grumble in the fall,
blisters on my hands from raking.
I worry about its comforting branches
breaking under the weight of ice, snow or strong winds.
If I’m vigilant I may see a goldfinch
tucked in it’s branches.
Resilient, tall and strong
the tree inspires me.
I know the tree can not be owned,
but it is mine.

Was he even paying attention?

He was.

“Love yourself into a life that loves you back.” 

My strong desire is to say or write something that really moves people, changes their minds, or makes them smile.  I want to say something profound:1. having intellectual depth and insight; 2. having or showing great knowledge or understanding. Of course I  have “ intellectual depth and insight” and “ great knowledge or understanding”!

I must admit  this desire is partially about my ego, which wants my words to matter that it was I who said them..   “Shut up!” is the last thing I want to hear.  I have something to say, listen up!

When I am in existential pain, or a state of confusion I want simple answers. Something short  to wrap my head and heart around. I often seek comfort in a quote that is particularly meaningful to me:

1. “You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in one drop.” – Rumi
2. “Sometimes it’s okay if the only thing you did today was breathe.” – Yumi Sakugawa

These short quotes bring life down to basics for me, cutting through the fog of confusion.

Since quotes are usually short and simple sound bites, there is a danger of oversimplification and skimming the surface which can lead to shallow understanding.”Nice guys finish last.”means what? Depends upon what the meaning of “nice”is.  If I’m “not nice” will I finish first? Doesn’t meet the smell test for me! If it’s  “lost originality, ingenuity, and impact by long overuse” then  it’s  a cliche. I don’t want to be a cliche or use cliches. If the words I use do not connect with the listener than silence may be better.

It’s not the number of words used, it’s the power of the words which matter. Sometimes just a few words  have changed the course of history. “ i.e.”Give me liberty or give me death.”, the battle cry for the Revolutionary War.  Quotes can be full of irony,“ Fighting for peace is like F**king for Chasity.”, or sarcasm :  “If your phone doesn’t ring it’s me.” or “ I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.” The later is one of my favorites these days.

 I want my quote in that pretty book of quotes that people pick up once a year and leaf through, but I want my quote to be the one that you remember and makes a difference in your life. Will you remember this one?

“Love yourself into a life that loves you back.”   Danita Watson

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Molly squibbles. Roscoe gargles gravel. My doggies “sweet talk” when they tell me what they want or how much they love me.  Most of us would be very embarrassed if the whole world could hear how we sweet talk to our pets in private.  “Stinky butt” or “Mollywally” aren’t very respectable dog names.  Bring a baby or a puppy on to the scene and people get all mushy;  “Oh what a good little boy you are.”,or “She’s so cute and sweet.” Some women have success talking to their husbands the same way. I was never very good at  “catching more flies with honey”…I preferred “to put a bee” in his bike helmet. When talking to babies we tend to raise our voices an octave or more. Babies prefer a high pitched voice. When we say, “Pretty please!”we also speak with a higher pitch and a sweet voice. How something is said can be more important than what we say.

We may say “Flattery…will get you nowhere”, but we all know flattery does get you somewhere, often a very long way.  It’s like a diet of junk food and sugar for the psyche. The “Emperor With No Clothes On” shows his naked, fat butt as he struts to his throne. Flattery or “kissing ass” in action. His dressers told him he looked splendid in his new purple robe and he believed them…i.e. see the yes-men Congressmen flatter and kiss Trump’s behind for an excellent  example of brown-nosing. ( ick). They are stepping on each other to fawn over their leader by spewing  insincere and excessive praise. Their goal is to gain favor with Trump:“What can he do for me?”. They believe that he controls their political future. The halls of government are swarmed with flatterers, and a lot of shiny boots with all the boot-licking going on. 

What’s the harm or danger with flattery? This depends on the motive and goal of the flatterer, how easily someone can be manipulated, and what the consequences are! I want you to know how special you are is a long ways from “What can I get from you if I manipulate you with flattery?” Are you trying to get ahead, get information, or deceive someone.? Leaders who are weak and ignorant and thrive on flattery,  can be talked into crashing the course of history. Who is going to tell dear leader that he is “wrong”, and he is being manipulated by people who want to do harm. Hearing how great you are is very pleasant, but if what is being served to you is a shit sandwich of flattery, you will soon be hungry again.

Sweet-talk: way of talking to someone in a pleasing or funny way in order to persuade them to do or believe something.  i.e.. “Honey can you get me a beer?” Or “You big, strong man can you move this for me.” So if there are people around you who praise your every decision, who tell you how smart you are, how wise you are, how brave you are, be assured these people want you to do something for them. These are the flatterers, the smooth talkers who have ulterior motives. Encourage people around you to tell you the truth even though truth can hurt us. This is easier said than done when people in power have invested in lies to stay in power. This “ House of Cards” is held up by flattery. I don’t know about you, but I bet you agree that being thought a fool by most everyone who smiles to our faces is not how I want to live.

Back to babies and puppies. I hope most of the sweet- talking I do is to get babies to smile and puppies to wiggle with joy. 

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. 

Rudyard Kipling

Alright, I’ll set the scene…At the intersection of Drake and York, I’m waiting for the light to turn green, and lazily looking at tail lights. Because I’m stopped on top of the hill, this is what I see: many jet trails criss-crossing in the sky and disappearing over the horizon, car exhaust, and my dirty windshield. Scrambling for my phone so I can get a photo, I manage not to collide with the other vehicles. I know this vision is a sign for me. My phone captures the image, but meanings and lessons are elusive and still brewing for me.

Air traffic controllers are directing the jets’ paths in the sky, playing etch-a- sketch with jet trails. Pilots are just following orders and controllers are just doing their jobs. In order to travel in a straight line, we are constantly making minute course corrections as conditions change.

Jets can’t make 90 degree turns like humans are apt to do. In the sky, jumbo jets don’t make 3 point turns. Where can I get that etch-a-sketch? Jet trails cross paths and intersect, but the jets themselves don’t intersect In the 2  dimensional sky. Thank God.

I imagine someday soon there will be no need for pilots and AI and Siri will fly and navigate the jet. Siri will say in her sweet voice “You have arrived/at your destination.” I know my final destination is death. Meanwhile I think the sky is telling me to show up, pay attention and chart a good course. Be mindful of others sharing my airspace and yield the right of way. 

Remember to look up!

When I was 10, I wanted to live to be 100. I also felt that old people were kinda embarrassing and a bit distasteful.  Somehow, I believed I could reach my 100th birthday and I would not have to become old. I wouldn’t have to look or feel old, and others would not see me or treat me as old. Magical childhood thinking that I could have it both ways! Of course, I grew up and now I feel old and look old.  I have indeed became old and I do fit the profile. I could definitely be picked out of a lineup as the old person. Guilty of the crime of aging!

As we know, humans can simultaneously hold 2 opposing viewpoints, we can and do change our minds, and we tell ourselves stories which have no basis in fact but which we strongly believe.  The topic of aging is ripe for all of these mental gymnastics. After all, don’t we want to live to a ripe old age? I am a little wary of using this analogy cause to me it sounds like we’re waiting to throw out fruit that is past its prime. We’re told to not deny aging but to defy aging! We should strive for “super” aging. There is a good, better and best way to age, and I know for sure I haven’t even achieved “good” yet. If I try to defy aging I’ll just look like I’m shadow boxing with myself. I’m tired of trying to become “better” than I am. I want Goldilocks and myself to declare I’m “just right”.

I have to play the hand I’ve been dealt, and sometimes I don’t get a winning hand. This doesn’t mean I’ve lost the game, and in most card games I have a partner that can help me out. I won’t get to 100 if I don’t have family and friends that love me and vice versa. Aging is an individual thing and no one can know how I really feel about my aging body and mind, but I don’t have to be alone and/or lonely in the process. Put two 100 year olds in a room and there are very few generalizations you can make, differences out-weigh similarities. It’s my own story to write and tell and I have things to say. My responsibility is to tell the truth, listen and be kind.

In 2022, 56 million people, almost 17% of U.S. population was over 65.  By 2050,  it is expected that about 23% of our population will be over 65.  I’m not always a proud member of the over 65 club. “I am old, hear me roar.”  Not so much!  But I’ll take the Senior discounts and my retirement. Remember that I am not an old woman,  I am a woman who is old. And yes, I have a lot of wisdom, but since no one listens to me anyway I’ll just enjoy the show.

“ I’m not afraid of dying, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

                                                                                            Woody Allen