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Aging Nicely …2

My husband had gone to an appointment an hour’s drive from home.I was anxiously awaiting his return when I heard a noise outside in the vicinity of where he parks his car.

I opened the door to the deck and stepped out, only to see that his car was not there. However, I could hear the noise, louder and clearer. Upon closer examination, it was coming from one of two uncovered garbage cans. It had been raining for four days so there had to be at least six inches of water in the cans. It suddenly occurred to me that the noise was an animal that had somehow become trapped in one of the cans.  I stepped off the deck and froze in my tracks as I heard the scratching sound, unmistakably coming from inside one can.

I thought,” What am I going to do, I can’t go near the thing. What can it be?”

Then I heard the noise stop. Fear turned to panic. Whatever it was, I couldn’t let it die because I was panic stricken. What could I do?

I stepped closer, my heart pounding and my throat closing.

I reached out and tipped the garbage can away from me. Out came a lot of water and a half drowned squirrel. It looked dazed. It oriented itself and shook off some of the water. It stared at me and I stared back. Not wanting it to come near me, I pounded on the empty can and the squirrel took off. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I could walk back inside.

When my husband got home and I told him the story, he couldn’t believe I rescued a squirrel, since I spend half of my life trying to keep them out of the bird feeder…I am not going to feed it, there’s plenty of acorns in our yard…I just couldn’t let it drown.

Aging Nicely …2

My husband had gone to an appointment an hour’s drive from home.I was anxiously awaiting his return when I heard a noise outside in the vicinity of where he parks his car.

I opened the door to the deck and stepped out, only to see that his car was not there. However, I could hear the noise, louder and clearer. Upon closer examination, it was coming from one of two uncovered garbage cans. It had been raining for four days so there had to be at least six inches of water in the cans. It suddenly occurred to me that the noise was an animal that had somehow become trapped in one of the cans.  I stepped off the deck and froze in my tracks as I heard the scratching sound, unmistakably coming from inside one can.

I thought,” What am I going to do, I can’t go near the thing. What can it be?”

Then I heard the noise stop. Fear turned to panic. Whatever it was, I couldn’t let it die because I was panic stricken. What could I do?

I stepped closer, my heart pounding and my throat closing.

I reached out and tipped the garbage can away from me. Out came a lot of water and a half drowned squirrel. It looked dazed. It oriented itself and shook off some of the water. It stared at me and I stared back. Not wanting it to come near me, I pounded on the empty can and the squirrel took off. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I could walk back inside.

When my husband got home and I told him the story, he couldn’t believe I rescued a squirrel, since I spend half of my life trying to keep them out of the bird feeder…I am not going to feed it, there’s plenty of acorns in our yard…I just couldn’t let it drown.

Aging Nicely …2

My husband had gone to an appointment an hour’s drive from home.I was anxiously awaiting his return when I heard a noise outside in the vicinity of where he parks his car. I opened the door to the deck and stepped out, only to see that his car was not there. However, I could hear the noise, louder and clearer. Upon closer examination, it was coming from one of two uncovered garbage cans.

It had been raining for four days so there had to be at least six inches of water in the cans. It suddenly occurred to me that the noise was an animal that had somehow become trapped in one of the cans. I stepped off the deck and froze in my tracks as I heard the scratching sound, unmistakably coming from inside one can. I thought,” What am I going to do, I can’t go near the thing. What can it be?” Then I heard the noise stop. Fear turned to panic. Whatever it was, I couldn’t let it die because I was panic stricken. What could I do? I stepped closer, my heart pounding and my throat closing. I reached out and tipped the garbage can away from me. Out came a lot of water and a half drowned squirrel. It looked dazed. It oriented itself and shook off some of the water. It stared at me and I stared back. Not wanting it to come near me, I pounded on the empty can and the squirrel took off. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I could walk back inside. When my husband got home and I told him the story, he couldn’t believe I rescued a squirrel, since I spend half of my life trying to keep them out of the bird feeder…I am not going to feed it, there’s plenty of acorns in our yard…I just couldn’t let it drown.

Aging Nicely…#1

I confess to being of a certain age when things are not as tight as they once were. When certain types of clothes don’t fit the way they used to and I am less critical of myself than I once was.  There was a time when I would settle for nothing short of perfection (or my version of perfection), now my philosophy is “ Close enough!”

A famous personality, whose name escapes me, once said:  Now that my eyesight is fading, I think I look marvelous!

 I heartily agree. In theory at least…

Just last week, I put my contact lenses in and headed out for an appointment. I put on my sunglasses and as I was driving, I was greatly disturbed by how distorted things looked. Nothing was  as sharp and clear as it should be. I thought that I probably needed to make an appointment with Artie, my eye doctor. No amount of blinking cleared up my vision and the further I drove, the more agitated I became.

When I reached my destination and took off my sunglasses, my vision cleared up 100%. I wasn’t wearing sunglasses; I had my prescription glasses on over my contact lenses.

This change in philosophy, apparently, is not just happening to me, I have observed it in others of a certain age. I met an acquaintance in the store this week. She is at least my age and although quite a bit thinner, no longer possesses the body of magazine cover status. She was wearing lace leggings and a baby doll top. I am sure that is not the current name for the top, but those of a certain age will know the top I refer to.

Why did she merit the second look, when the older teen I had seen earlier, entering the coffee shop in her pajamas did not merit a second glance?

I guess I set higher standards for my age mates. We need to have acquired wisdom along with our wrinkles. We need to look in our mirrors before exiting the house, having lost “cute” we need to at least maintain dignity…maybe not!

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