Archive for June 4th, 2006

Old Age

This excellent post from The Sarcastic Journalist overwhelmed me. None of us like to think of ourselves in our old age, but, there are moments I think what is going to happen to me when I’m in my 80’s, Lord willing I live that long?

What are my teens going to do with me when I’m that old? I look at them now and here lately, half the time, I can’t get a polite word out of them. What are they going to do with me when I’m 80 something??

As much as I’d give to have my dad around and to not have had him die when he was 65, I’m glad I will never have to see him in that kind of shape. That still leaves my mother. She’s been blessed with good health , except that nasty smoker’s bronchitis that she insists is “drainage” or “allergies” that is getting worse and will probably end up tying her to an oxygen machine.

People like my second cousin Dr. W. C. Link have made it their mission to see to it that old folks are well cared for. W. C. had the vision many years ago for a place for seniors that ended up being McKendree Manor. We’ve long since jokingly threatened Mom with having her a room reserved out there for years, but, as her 72nd birthday comes later this year, it’s becoming less and less funny.

At The Cee-Ment Pond

It was a Retro-Wonderland today at the Sumner County YMCA. They had their little Splash Bash, like they do at the beginning of the summer every year. Free hot dogs, free Purity Ice Cream (who knew there was such a thang as “Cookie Buddies?” Not quite as yumtastic as Moose Tracks, but, it did just fine).

Alderman Tommy Elsten brought his DJ stuff out and I don’t know what it is about the song “YMCA” that sends normally subdued people into a frenzy of arm-flailing, forming the letters, euphoria. I mean, people go nuts over that song, regardless of age. It’s quite amazing. Even #2 goes crazy over it.

I got to thinking how when that song came out, what, in about 1978 or 79, coming up on 30 years ago,whoda thunk that MY children would know it??? I also can’t help but laugh to think I thought that the song was REALLY about hanging out and having a good time, working out at the Y, with yer buddies. I guess it is about good times,but, not the kinda good times I thought it was. Ahhh naivete.

Alderman/DJ Tommy was playing LOTS of Beach Boys today too; lots of Motown.. He even played one I hadn’t heard since the days of roller boogie’n it at the Brentwood Skate Center…”Apache” by the Sugarhill Gang. I remembered every single word. Do dig the lyrical brilliance:

When you’re stung by the rapping ranger
When Silver and I, take a ride
All you suckers better step aside
I sting squaws, then I run away
HIYOO Silver, is what I say!

The days when rap was light and easy….kinder and gentler.

#1 Son displayed an unusual attitude of teen angst towards me and is, at the moment, not conversing with me or acknowledging my existence. I don’t know what I did that was so horrible. At least I didn’t get up dancing, spankin’ the monkey, like I would have liked to do, at the pool. Maybe next time.

Random ADD Sunday Thoughts

I just took some clothes out of the washing machine to put into the dryer and a tire from, I guess, some sort of truck belonging to #2 rolled out and I didn’t even flinch. 14 years of mama-ness does that to you.

I should’ve probably stayed home yesterday and tried to do something with my house, but, I didn’t. I was at the pool, enjoying what could have been probably the perfect summer day. I’m not flourescent white anymore and a nice, light little tan is beginning to emerge. I don’t get black as night or nothing. I know when to quit. Co-worker Debbie was there part of the time and I just enjoyed hanging with her awhile. She’s one of the cooler people you could ever meet and I’m bummed they’re moving her to the other side of the floor, probably next week. I might actually get some work done, though.

I also met a 26 year old young lady at the pool who is caring for her 8 year old sister, indefnitely, due to their mother’s illness. She was a chatty, outgoing young woman who has kinda put her life on hold to take over this responsibility. I was very impressed with her. No easy task.

Trying to get myself in gear and get ready for church. At least this Sunday, I’m not singing. I sang last Sunday and while I love to sing, I was asked by the preacher to sing a certain song….a song I would’ve never chosen, not because I don’t like it (I Can Only Imagine) it’s just I’d ahve never picked that one. I think it came out ok. I’m too harsh on myself and in my mind, I sounded like Kip in “Napoleon Dynamite” singing at his wedding. I don’t think it was that bad, though.

Today is my Grandma Collie’s 109th birthday. She’s long gone, some 22 years now, but, I still think about her. I wish I could have a conversation with her now, at 37. Last time I talked to her, I was about 14 and she really didn’t know who I was. I’d like to compare notes with her and get her advice on kid rearing. I’d love to take her to her weekly shopping trip to the Handy Andy in San Antonio; take her to get her hair done at Opal’s on Fredericksburg Rd.; I’d love to hear her tell me how I shouldn’t give up clarinet because music is so important; I’d love to pick her up and take her to church at Los Angeles Heights United Methodist Church; I’d love to hear her say “Whoa John!” when riding in a car that might be going just a little too fast for her taste. I’d love to see her with my kids and hear her ask my daughter how much she weighs. Everytime I smell raisin toast and oatmeal, I feel like Grandma is in the next room.

“Meeting In The Air” – June Carter Cash: “1. Meeting In The Air – June Carter Cash”