I know I don’t usually post twice in a day; I have enough trouble thinking of things to post on a semi-daily basis. However this week was challenging for several family medical reasons – fortunately everyone’s fine but it was distracting.
As I get older, I feel somewhat less connected to this world. It’s nothing bad like thinking I’m dying. It’s more like having the best of two worlds.
For example – tonight I cooked outside; one of my mental distractions. I cook for people I love, and I enjoy the process. We had corn, artichokes, a little eggplant and yellow squash followed by pork chops. It all turned out well. The kids (briefly) helped clean up then disappeared.
I found myself scrubbing frying pans in the sink, whistling “Born to Run” by Bruce Springsteen and finding nothing incongruous to it.
That’s the benefit of growing older.
(Baby we were born to scrub?)
I know what you mean about the “two worlds,” Steve. Someone — I think it may have been Art Linkletter — once said “old age is another country.” I never really understood that comment until recent years. Now I get it. But, in fact, he was wrong: today, middle age is another country. Old age must really be a completely separate galaxy. Wow!