I know it’s slow but honestly, I am getting better. My back aches (sometimes) but a tylenol and some exercise take care of it (usually) before it gets too awful. And I still get an upset stomach after almost every meal but it goes away. And I’m doing what I want ….turtle patrol, yoga, library work, breakfast and lunch with friends, exercise in the pool…and what I need to go….some shopping, some cleaning out closets, laundry, cooking and cleaning. Life isn’t perfect (duh) but it’s pretty good these days because, as I wrote to a friend who’s going through chemo right now, life is good because we’re the ones who get to live. We go through a bit of “stuff” but we get to go on living.
Lana turned eight yesterday. She’s a character. She took it in stride which was different from the last two birthdays. Two years ago, when she turned six, Jerry and I were there and saying to her the night before her birthday, “Wow, no more five…You’re going to be six. Are you excited?” and she burst into tears and said, “No, she didn’t want to get any older. She wanted to stay five forever.”
We were all stunned. “Why?”
“Well, when you get older, you can’t do what you used to be able to do. And I just learned how to swim and read and I can climb trees and ride my bike and now I’m not going to be able to do that any more.”
I figured it out first. Nana’s big mouth. “Sure, Lana, I used to be able to do cartwheels, climb trees, run fast, hula hoop for hours but as I get older, I can’t do everything I used to do.”
We thought we convinced her…”Take a look at the kids in the neighborhood who’re older than you. Can they swim (ride bikes, read, climb trees) better than you or worse? It’s only when you get old like Nana that some thing slip away (if you let them…some people get better) You still have a lot of growing to do and you’ll get better and better and better.
So now she’s eight and seems to take aging in stride. And she’s a better swimmer, reader, bike rider and tree climber than ever. And I’ve learned to be VERY careful what I say in front of little kids.
I’m reading Barbara Kingsolver’s Flight Behavior and loving every minute of it. She is such an incredible writer. I just savor every sentence. they make me laugh; they make me think. This book hits home because it’s about monarch butterflies and in the early 90s at Center School in Longmeadow, hatching monarch butterflies was a tradition in the lower grades. I learned so much as I taught the kids about these amazing insects. And this book brought back memories of finding the eggs or caterpillars in late August and bring thing them into the classroom, getting milkweed leaves early in the morning on the way to school, watching the caterpillars grow and spin their chrysalises, seeing the butterflies emerge and then sending them off to Mexico on a gorgeous September day. Anyway, the book is a good one. My only complaint is that it’s a “tree book” and it’s HEAVY. I am so spoiled by my Kindle. This book requires heavy lifting!
And Jerry and I are nearly finished binging on Call the Midwife (we DVR everything). One last episode to go. My favorite show on TV.
Need to get moving. We’re having incredible weather here…not our typical May weather. It’s cool in the morning and evening and sunny and warm in the middle of the day but NOT humid. Jerry is out golfing and I’m heading out to the pool for a perfect afternoon.