NOT because I am taking on surfing as my next hobby. No, I bought the outfit so that I will not be so cold in the fall when I continue to exercise in the water. The lifeguards told me a rash guard will keep me warm and since I am up to doing 50 minutes of exercises in the pool, I want to maintain my ability if I can. My husband said I look “hot.” Let’s remember that he is in his mid 70s and is living in his imagination!
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!
Rabbi Elkodsi, of the Malverne Jewish Center, wanted to segue into the topic of Leaving a Legacy. She got me. I realized where I am and where I am going and I WAS DESPERATE TO LEAVE A LEGACY. If my book is about one thing – it is about my journey to find a legacy to leave.
Legacy USUALLY means money. All the hospitals, all the synagogues and churches, all the summer camps, all the charitable organizations are all hoping I am in a position to leave them a legacy.
But what is a middle class mom supposed to do when there is not enough wealth accumulated to leave a legacy?
I wrote a book and am 6 chapters into my second. My girlfriend has knitted and socked away enough baby blankets to leave for the great-grandchildren she will never see.
What if you are single? Never had children? or will never have grandchildren? Well, I would say: “What did you enjoy most of all, in your life?” Was it food? Leave recipes. Was it skiing? Leave a scholarship. Was it swimming? Send someone to summer camp. Was it sitting in the park? Leave a bench!
YOUR PASSION is the answer. If you enjoy(ed) traveling, leave your cleaning lady a trip. Make your passion become your legacy. Make your legacy become your purpose and your purpose become your project. Just trying to get it done will keep you busy. Getting it done will make you proud. Sharing your project with the world will make you less lonely. And your life will find its meaning, so aging will be bittersweet, not just bitter.
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It was filled with humorous experiences and also sad ones. I enjoyed reading it, learning that as my grandmother said, “Getting old is hard work!”
Nothing comes easy, and especially not aging. Thank you to this reader/reviewer who got my book!
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THANK YOU, Stu and Nina Held for the believing that my book warrants this hour long interview. THANK YOU Maria Stieglitz for recognizing that you wanted this book on the air.
Have you noticed that your mate is getting crazier and crazier as he ages? Have you realized that you are running low on patience for their nuttiness? My husband truly believes that MY book RAGING AGAINST AGING is all about HIM! He tells everyone, and believes it, that the funniest parts in the book are about HIM. Well, it is true the book is A LOT about our relationship. It is true that SOME of the parts about him are funny. HOWEVER, I guarantee some of the funniest parts are NOT about him – but they do come out of MY brain and mouth!
It is the next morning and we have to check out. We book in an overnight for my upcoming birthday. We are going to see Motown.
Last year, for my husband’s birthday, we saw Neil Sedaka perform at the Old Westbury Music Fair. Neil Sedaka looked pretty agile for a man his age, as he shuffled on stage for a full seven minutes before he was too winded to go on. He sang “Calendar Girl” and we went wild. He sang “Oh, Carole,” and we went wild. He sang “I Miss the Hungry Years” and we sighed.
After intermission, he started to sing his new songs from his new album. They were extremely poignant songs about aging. We couldn’t exit the place fast enough. And as we dashed out, I looked over my shoulder. I did not see anyone standing on line to purchase his new cd.
But I, too, am obsessed with aging. It is all I think about. It was only a split second ago that I had worked two jobs, three if you count the summer, gutted my house, ripped out every blade of grass from my front lawn with my own bare hands, planted perennials and laid slate stepping stones after watching an episode of Curb Appeal on HGTV. I am in a state of shock. I do not understand how and when this happened to me. I cannot engage anyone to talk about it. So I am blogging about it. And this way you can pretend you don’t peek.