Older

by cheri sabraw

Older means there was time before and there will be time after. Older is not Oldest.

Older can also mean a general sappiness in which you find your eyes misting up over a little fawn crossing the road or you break down and sob after eating lemon pound cake.

Or, in an effort to photograph a beefy bobcat trying to kill a turkey on your upper lawn, you just about kill yourself by tripping over a rug as you race to retrieve your camera.

Older, however, does not mean the loss of childlike curiosity.

I will admit to becoming more concerned about saving moths trapped inside my house, about rescuing a finch trapped in an outside sconce, and about communing with an old dog whose days on earth are now getting shorter.

Heck.

I bought a new rug in lovely green colors without considering that thousands of Labrador hairs would embed themselves into it.

Older means understanding that  even though you have a nice bed, lying on a new one is more fun.

 

I suppose part of understanding why an old dog would prefer a new rug concerns our own propensity for something new when we are not new anymore but rather older.

Recently, I bought myself a new pillow and when resting my neck and head on it last night, felt as content as a California sea otter who has found abalone in the kelp bed.

 

 

And then there is the matter of flying low.

Flying low provides you with the opportunity to examine the details that you missed when you were racing to punch the time clock.

In my case, flying low means occasionally ironing a pillowcase (!!!), replanting succulents in blue pots, and noticing if my eyebrows have a wayward hair. It also means appreciating the fact that I still have eyebrows and even a waistline. These are things that when younger I took for granted.

 

 

It is very important as older become the norm that you never give in or up. Otherwise, why live? Why brush your teeth every morning and even floss? Why look at your feet (if you can see them) and say to yourself, ” Good job Jack and Jill for carrying me up the hill every day in a trudge similar to mounting Everest.”

Then there is the matter of scenes that take your breath away and you start tearing up again.

 

To all of you who have left California because of traffic and taxes, I say, ” Take a look at this scene…isn’t it gorgeous? Don’t you miss the Pacific Ocean?” Don’t you miss the luscious cool humidity? Sea breezes on your aging face?

Just about the time you are wondering why you are on this earth or what your existence means, you come across a scene that takes you back to younger.

 

And the world looks fresh.

Looks perfect for me.

Shall we both go to that little house and have a tea party?

About Cheri

Writer, artist, cable television host, grandmother to four!
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8 Responses to Older

  1. Ben says:

    Great post, mom

  2. 4brig says:

    Ben’s right this is a great post and so true. I often find tears coming over little things that in the past might not have tugged at my heart strings. Could it be that Older makes one aware that the time is short. Live life and don’t forget to belly laugh along the way.

  3. Lue Perrine says:

    🤣😂 Thanks for the great laugh today Cheri! I needed it!
    O.K.! Let’s have one! 😆
    👩🏻 👩
    ☕️🍪 ☕️🍪

  4. shoreacres says:

    When we meet at the little house, let’s invite these guys, too. They’ve got just the song for the occasion.

  5. Cheri says:

    Well, I sincerely hope that some day we can meet at that little house because I am positive we would get along famously. If Bob Dylan and his minions, many of whom are no longer with us, can be there to remind us of our youthful impulses…then they should be invited too.

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