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Saturday, September 5, 2015

"Old"

I took my ladies out for margaritas in thanks for everything they did in moving our office this week.  The new office looks good although there are still a lot of piles.  I also don't know why one computer monitor doesn't work, but all that can wait until next week.  Margaritas were important.

When I told them the word for the week is "old", M said a doctor told her that if you're going to have a health problem, it'll show up between the ages of 50-60.  If nothing crops up, you're golden.  So far so good?  She's in her 70s and skateboarded a computer stand down the hallway.  I hope I'm doing that well when I'm her age.  No, I wish I was doing as well as her now.

I have creaky knees and sore feet from a lot of walking, climbing, hefting, and shoving this week.  It reminds me of my 30s when I felt old, fat, and depressed from an unhappy marriage and divorce.

I sat at a picnic table in the park with Betty, watching a flock of girls run across a field.  Betty sighed.  She was old enough to be my mother and said she'd never run like that again.  She used to love running and Scottish dancing.  She even took a trip to Scotland to dance.  Her loss of ability hit me in a powerful way.

Added dogwood flowers
Not long afterwards, my dalmatian ran across a field.  I thought "Why not?" and ran with her.  I wasn't sure if I could do it any more, but we made it across the very big field.  I wasn't even that winded on the other side.  We ran some more.  I played with her.  I pushed thoughts about breaking my ankle in a rabbit hole out of my surface thoughts.  We waded in the river for a while, and ran around the field some more.

Something major shifted in my thoughts that day.  I was sorry Betty couldn't run, but I still could.  I didn't have to limit myself, and Betty was thrilled for me when I told her about it.  She laughed and clapped when I danced with her son around the living room.

I put myself on a diet and got out and lived.  I looked and felt better in my 40s than in my 30s.  I danced a lot.  Once in a while I run in the backyard just to keep proving to myself that I still can, and I remember Betty and thank her for teaching me a valuable life lesson.

Painting my floor vividly reminds me that deep knee bends should happen more than once a decade.  The floor has gotten farther away than it used to be and I'm unwilling to say this is the last project like this that I'll be able to do because I'm getting too old.  It's time to take my physical life in hand again.

I have all the leaves painted!  Woo hoo!!!  This is the least exciting part visually because it's repetitious and basically just the background, but I've thoroughly enjoyed doing it.  I look forward to coming home from work so I can paint and think about things.  I've been sorting out things that I've had shelved in my brain and seeing whether or not I need to throw things away, recycle, or rearrange them in another box.

I've got ideas for the next phase, and I'm excited at the prospect of a 3-day Labor Day weekend which I can fill with dragonflies and flowers.

BTW, the floor is obviously a compass which points north.  The dragonfly is a correction pointing to big water (Lake Erie).

16 comments:

  1. That floor is coming along nicely!

    We need to see the dark to appreciate the light. I'm glad you take time to frolic with the dog.

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    1. Frolicking with the current dog doesn't take much exercise since she has tiny legs. She's good for a brisk 1 mile walk though. The dalmatians were a greater challenge.

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  2. Fantastic Linda. Keep us posted on the floor. It seems such a rewarding project.
    About getting or feeling older. We all differ in our biological age, but don't you think that with our creativity we will core well in ageing happily?

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    1. I do think our creativity helps get us through the aging process, as well as any other difficult times we need to face along the journey. We'll always have something to think about and do, even if we can't always do the more physical stuff.

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  3. Love the floor....and your thoughts.

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  4. It sure is coming along nicely. The butterflies look ready to fly!

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  5. I think they're resting? I said I'd spend the weekend painting, but mostly I've just sat back and studied on it all, thinking about what comes next :)

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  6. The thought of getting older is kind of scary. One right away starts thinking about limitations resulting from aging. Nevertheless I do try to see the positives, too, for instance the fact that my increased experience will be a big benefit. Also that I feel more creative than ever before. Yes, there are some physical limitations, but I try to overlook them. I think it's partly mental. If you decide to keep running, you will be able to - in most cases. Anyway, I love you compass on the floor of the hall. Simply beautiful.

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    1. I don't know if I feel "more" creative as I age -- I think it's more like I'm more efficient at everything so I can do more because I've already figured out stuff not to do. Though as I write this, I'm not sure what I think about this. Thanks for giving me another topic to ruminate upon!

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  7. It's good to see such beautiful progress on the floor project and the inclusion of a compass point. Art projects are kinda like life that way. Staying on course, how far along (in years) becomes less of an issue- And we get many opportunities to see things the way we want to see them, hopefully from many perspectives or directions.
    I also love that "margaritas were important" this week. ;o)

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    1. I liked that margaritas were important too. I may have to remember that wisdom more often :)

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  8. Your floor is going to be gorgeous. I would never have guessed that the first image in the post was going to be walked on. Ah yes, those deep knee bends must be practiced.

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    1. Thanks Vicki! I've been threatening my dog with booties when I get this thing finished :)

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