Ok – so it is for next April…But I just got booked to do my Aging Discussion next April. Sharing my stories from my book, RAGING AGAINST AGING, poems by Judith Viorst, Dr. Seuss, and citing Nora Ephron, we explore the five major concerns of aging. This is NOT a How-To, because I do NOT know how-to age, we discuss our feelings using humor.
My book keeps selling. The sales are all in the U.S. so far but they are selling!
Hope you enjoy the read!
I have come to the conclusion that there is a narcissist inside each and every one of us. My granddaughter— well, she looks like me. Even though she has her dad’s nose and his mother’s round face, she looks like me. Even though she is built a little chunky and she has sturdy legs and feet, and I have thin legs and high arches, she looks like me. She does not have my blue eyes. But she has my hair. Her hair is curly and wavy. It has a wildness to it. It needs work. But after a bit of detangler and after someone runs a comb through it, and after someone twists a little piece and puts a ribbon in, she is striking.
She has my look, my expressions, my feistiness. She is charming and likes to laugh. She likes to make others laugh. She is engaging and she can hold a conversation.
I had plucked a wild chin hair and it left a mark. June noticed it when I was changing her diaper.
“What’s that boo-boo?” she asked with sweet compassion. She reached up and gently pulled my face down and said:
“I want to kiss that boo-boo.” And she did.
Then she squirmed off the bed with an intent look on her face. She has something to do and somewhere she has to be. She is two and a half.
Dare to cross her, and she will give you a piece of her mind. On occasion, she is knows to scream:
“Get out of here! I didn’t ask for YOU!”
I cannot help it.
“Give me back my face,” I say mildly amused. She laughs and pretends to rip her face off and put it on my head.
“Give me back my hair,” I continue in awe that my looks and possibly my personality skipped a generation. She is undeniably a part of me. She pretends to pull her hair out and puts it on me. But in a split second she takes back both her face and her hair.
I look at her and I see a little me. And I can’t help but be a little narcissistic and ever so proud!
My not quite-three-year-old granddaughter wanted her mother, my daughter, to read her a book, but my daughter was busy with my grandson. “Ask Grandma to read to you,” suggested my daughter. My granddaughter put her hands on her hip, opened her mouth and in a very Queens accent, said: “I don’t want FAKE mommy. I want my REAL momma!”
This lady clearly loves flowers but her yard is slightly overgrown and there are odd pots strewn here and there. Her house is a little run down and I can relate. Once I got joy from doing the gardening and my daughter even bought me special garden knee pads to help me with my work. But my knees now hurt and I am afraid that if I go down on them, I may never get up. Besides, I can only do a certain amount in the day, and writing and doing art has replaced my love of gardening. I can see letting the house go a little at a time because that is how aging happens, a little at a time. And at this point in my life, I became Cindi Lauper: I JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN!
Nonetheless, I am very fond of this lady and her house and her garden and perhaps I will get a dog!
There are benefits to publishing that no one really talks about. It opens the door to a whole new world of networking. You have put yourself out there and others who have done so, recognize it. THANK YOU to CARYN ISAACS, Patient Advocate, who invited me (and my husband by default), to a networking party of SUN-Q. I learned a whole new vocabulary yesterday – the vocabulary of SUN-Q. There are people in place, out there, to help with elder care- all the different resources that are available – in Queens but they exist in Brooklyn, on Long Island. They are a phone call away.
My book RAGING AGAINST AGING was the raffle prize. And I was there, as its author.
THANK YOU AGAIN! Your parents do not need to age alone. And our generation put in place a safety net so that we will not have to age alone, either. Let’s hear it for the Boomers!
Our grandson and granddaughter spent a few days with us while our daughter worked extra hours to make extra money that would pay for her family vacation. My husband and I took the kids to the local pool and split up to take turns monitoring the little one at the kiddie pool and the older one in the big pool.
I was in the 3-foot deep section with my grandson, who although he thinks he is, is not a real swimmer yet. He jumped in. He swam three strokes. I high-fived him. He got out and jumped in again. This time he swam five strokes. He repeated this again and again and again. I held my breath when he swam his first 12 strokes on his own. TWELVE! Sure his form was terrible but a few lessons would fix that.
We went to get ice cream to celebrate. Graham saw his mom first. She had come to pick the kids up. She lifted Graham up, and kissed him and then congratulated him. She put Graham down and asked where June was. I told her she was with her grandpa and she started walking toward the kiddie pool.
Graham remembered something he wanted to tell her. He started to run after her. His clogs were wet. He was tired. The inevitable happened. Graham fell on the concrete and skinned his knee really badly. He got hysterical. (He is at that age when he worries that the blood will drain out of his body like the water empties in the bathtub.) He needed a Band-Aid to hold the blood inside. My daughter scooped him up and carried him to the First Aid Station, where the lifeguards cleaned his wound and covered it beneath a big Band-Aid.
But Graham is intense and he was overtired and generally does not do well with transitions and he had a great time with us and he loves his mom and it was time to leave and the booboo hurt and he cried and cried and cried.
We let him sob it out because we all know you cannot logic it once the emotions have crossed a certain line. You just have to wait it out.
To be continued…
Should I be thankful I had polyps the last time I had a colonoscopy?
When you get to be a certain age, you are torn between a rock and a hard place. Take the routine colonoscopy for example.
When Phil had his colonoscopy the gastroenterologist declared that he was clean as a whistle.
“That was it,” he announced, “no more colonoscopies necessary.”
Phil was delighted…at first…Till I figured out the reason.
Medicare pays for a routine colonoscopy every 10 years. In ten years, there would be no reason to even check…
So am I lucky that I need to do a colonoscopy in 3 years? Does that make me more “relevant?”
(I can tell because I get the stats). THANK YOU FOR RECOMMENDING MY BOOK! THANK YOU FOR YOUR WONDERFUL COMMENTS AND REVIEWS. AND PLEASE REMEMBER, I DONATE A PORTION TO MEMORIAL SLOAN KETTERING. LET’S DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO FIND THE CURE!