“Growing Old”


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“Growing Old”

I drive Carol to work this am. She surprises me with:

“If I have a ride home tonight with Ron, you will not hear from me. If I need a ride , I will call you. Ya got that, Mom?”

No, I don’t “get it” but say nothing. When will I know if she needs a ride home?

I am eighty and some days I feel like I am drifting toward the edge of Alzheimer’s. Not because of my age, but because of my expectations of others. And yes, this type of proposal from her bothers and confuses me. Things are left hanging, disturbing my sense of balance.

Carol says it is because I am a person bent on arranging everyone’s life. She states I am controlling and domineering.  All I really want to know is does she need a ride home or does she not? I like advance notice and plan my day around such things.
Do I cook for one or two ? We live as two, old bachelors and if she is not here for dinner , I can plan “simple”. “Simple” means no need to go to grocery and pick up an extra “wha-cha-ma-call-it”. What is it I must not forget the next time I shop? I write it down on a piece of paper and put it…?

I like order. I clean out my messy purse and use a silky zipper bag to store important id cards in my larger purse.   A few days later I prepare to shop and that zipper bag is gone! Vanished! It is nowhere in my larger purse nor my living quarters. I search my car, open the door and find the silky devil has slipped out of purse and hidden between the door and driver seat.

Lucky angels watch over me. I leave my favorite Walmart after dark one evening. Home, with my groceries piled high on the kitchen table, I realize my purse is still in the metal shopping basket in their parking lot!

There my purse sits, orphaned and forlorn. People pass the small, black object. In the dark, they assume it is a bit of trash and pass up all that cash and ID.  I hurry back, stealthily pull into the same empty space and there the purse sits exactly where I left her 30 minutes ago! I have pulled off a stupendous heist…I have won the Lottery! It is a victorious feeling!

The phone just rang. All is in balance again. Carol says she needs a ride home tonight. I can handle that. I “get it”. I am a very old, but lucky person.

2 Comments on ““Growing Old””

  1. Marcy
    January 3, 2015 at 6:35 pm #

    I feel the same way with rides for my teenagers. I like to know the plan, but am sometimes left hanging. I just want to know either way. How lucky that your purse was still there!

    Like

  2. Natalie DeYoung
    January 4, 2015 at 5:56 pm #

    I find the more time goes by, the less likely people are to commit to anything. 😦 It is so frustrating!

    Liked by 1 person

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