Tag Archive | aging

Hello, it’s me

Hello – feels like forever since I’ve been here, but this week just contained a lot of living and little sleep, which made it seem like it lasted forever. It also reminded me of a few life lessons worth reviewing.

One, you may feel young in your head, but, dammit, age does matter. Lack of sleep is harder to overcome at 56. Bodies begin to go southward earlier than we’d like to think, and exercise can only defy gravity so much for so long.

Muscles and joints you didn’t know you had can hurt with little provocation – or when you do the things you could always do but suddenly you can’t without hurting. (Just because you can still pick up a baby with each arm and carry one on each hip doesn’t mean you should. Ouch.)

But then there’s that alternative that my cousin has come way too close to in the past week and a half. She’s still not out of the woods. My son-in-law’s aunt met that alternative this past week.

So we mustn’t complain, right? Or not too seriously.

Seriously, as Jude likes to say.

Two, life throws you curveballs, but you’ve just got to give them your best swings. If you can’t postpone (or ignore) what you’ve “got” to do or “must” do to do what you need to or should do, especially to help others, then you need some more batting practice.

(That’s a baseball metaphor for getting priorities straight, in case I struck out. As I said, I feel like I’ve been off the field for a while.)

On a more personal note: Three, I can still procrastinate with the best of them and can be my own worst enemy. But things still usually turn out all right if I just get started. (Deep breaths, deep breaths.)

Four, I can still sew rather well but am maniacal when it comes to buying fabric. Put. That. Bolt. Down. 

Five, NEVER throw away/give away sewing notions, patterns, pinking shears. But after you have, don’t obsess over how much those buttons, spools of thread, packages of bias tape and vintage patterns would be worth. They’re gone. Get over it. 

Six, music makes everything better. Turn that stereo on!

Your mother should know

Today was my mother-in-law’s 90th birthday. She was born Oct 21, 1921, right here in Selah, Washington, where we had her party at my sister-in-law’s house.

John and Kitty are thrilled to celebrate their mom's 90th birthday.

Kitty and Norm recently moved from Yakima back to tiny Selah, where she and my hubby, John, grew up.

Doris, who’s always been tiny, has gotten slower, smaller and unsteadier over the years, but she still drives to the beauty salon and to run her errands. She still plays bridge with her friends of many years, loves to watch sports on television and has recently started working crossword puzzles again.

John, his mother, Doris, and Aunt Irene

We should all hope to age as well. Her baby sister, Irene, who’s a sprightly 83, drove herself over the Cascade Mountains from Seattle for the party and to spend some time with her sister and her in-laws. Irene still plays tennis and went to Costa Rica this year.  She’s a wonder to behold.

The Haworth genes are sturdy. These ladies were part of my inspiration to study gerontology. What makes some people so hearty and some not so lucky? That’s a question for the ages, but it seems genetics play a huge part.

Doris and her baby sister, Irene, circa 1928

But so does heart. Doris has a big one, as do Irene and as Kitty, my sister-in-law, and John, my sweet husband.

Doris was a beauty of a young mom with baby Kitty.

So what if I’m ever so behind in schoolwork for the moment. Sometimes life gets in the way. And aren’t we lucky when it does?