It was a really really fun week but it was more chaotic than most weeks, even last week when the Polar Vortex got drunk, wandered south, and passed out on top of us (or so I’ve read and it was on the internet so it must be true roight?). So I didn’t really comment much about No Politics Day, which happened yesterday. Also known as the day on which yer fav-o-rite blahgger passed one of those blasted milestone birthdays.
It’s the day after No Politics Day now and life is a little calmer. Do I feel any different? No I do not. I dunno. I was getting rather significant numbers of gray hairs by the time I was in my upper 30s. I remember once kvetching about it to The Commander and Radical Betty. We were standing on the moomincabin deck and they absolutely cracked up and said, more or less in unison, “Dye it!” Not that they dyed their own hair besides maybe an experiment or two. And I didn’t either, unless you count that one purple
streak splotch that one time. I did eventually learn that if I didn’t pull my hair back into a pony tail, more of the blonde would show and if I cut it shorter, I would look younger or better or something.
The trick here is to stay spry. Once upon a time when I was 40-something, I was sprinting across the parking lot from the beeyootyful Island Teal POC into the Saline Road Meijer. An older woman (guessing 70s) admired how “spry” I was. Say what? Spry? I’m not sure that this is true but I was thinking that the word spry was reserved for, you know, active, vigorous *old* people. Spry? I smiled and thanked her anyway. But you know what? I *still* sprint across the Saline Road Meijer parking lot. I get a *lot* of exercise (but not as much as I want to)! I have no arthur-itis or any other aches and pains. My brain works pretty dern well too. I have my moments but they are the typical KW moments of brain jumping ahead of motor skills (or vice versa), those moments I have had all of my life. Believe me, they are not related to any variety of dementia.
Anything else KW? Yes, thank you for asking. Live and let live. Don’t sweat the damn small stuff. Get rid of all that crap you’ve been saving forever. Do the xword every day (you know the one). Banish any OCD tendencies you may have into the shadows where they belong. Laugh and have fun. Laugh and have fun. Laugh and have fun. Laugh and have fun. DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU. How many times can I repeat that last sentence? Do I live it? Not always. I *am* human and therefore imperfect by definition. But I keep trying.