Great great-grandparents, born in Zeeland, Netherlands, immigrated in 1854 and buried in Grand Rapids Michigan.
I read an article this week in Next Avenue, a publication directed to seniors produced by the Corporation for Public Broadcasting and delivered via local affiliate PBS stations. I find many of the articles in this newletter interesting but but I found one article, entitled, “Five Things Seniors Should Do” irritating and I thought I would solicit some feedback from blog readers.
I can only recall three of the items, so the two I forgot must not have impressed me favorably or otherwise. The three I remember are, 1/ don’t talk about the past; 2/ don’t complain about your ailments; 3/ always wear your best jewelry.
1/ I am experiencing all sorts of memory bubbles, so the past is more real than the present for me. Unfortunately, a memory bubble pops up and disappears as fast as it appeared. Thus I tend to repeat myself, as does David. If I ever stop having memory bubbles, I can always go back and reread my old journals.
2/ As for ailments, seniors I know talk about their ailments all the time. We meet up at the hospital, in doctor’s offices, restaurants, the grocery store, and the senior center to discuss our woes, the exercise we are not doing, house repairs, or something else of interest like the cost of food or grandchildren. Surprisingly, seniors have similar complaints and shared experiences. We’re all taking the same meds and enriching the pharmacy companies. Many seniors belong to something called the Senior Associates Program through our local hospital center.
We meet many young people who have migrated here from all over the US and the world and dedicated their work careers to the health professions. Most recently, David’s in-home physical therapist was first generation Indian-American descent, his nurse Chinese-American, and his occupational therapist from Poland. When we talk to these kids, we ask them about themselves…mostly.
3/ As for jewelry, I don’t have best jewelry. Most of my jewelry was never very expensive to begin, and some of it, like the solid gold earrings David bought for me one Christmas are so heavy they give me a headache. I’ve given many antigue pieces to my daughter and grandaughters and tossed a lot of junk.
I could have bought expensive jewelry when I was working and making big bucks, but I didn’t. My watch, wedding and undergraduate class ring sit in a jewelry box, seldom worn anymore.
While I was writing this I remembered one of the things I forgot from the list of five, but its gone away again. I think it had something to do with grandchildren and their photos.
Update on David – the surgeon walked into the consulting room yesterday and looked at his knee and said, “that’s perfect.” David begins outpatient physical therapy on Monday with tall blonde Megan.
I dragged him to the pharmacy where we recovered his new prescriptions and he got his flu shot. I got mine last week along with the “other” pneumonia shot. I noticed Pashpah, the Indian-American pharmacist, was wearing all sorts of gold jewelry. It looked great on her.