Granddaughter Joy in a dress, what a shock. I didn’t know she owned one. At a wedding in New York, 2015
Finally the weather has changed. Sadly plants that thought spring had arrived are now dropping dead to the ground. Acccording to our weather guy, our temps are “normal” for this time of year…whatever normal is. Generally in our society, normal means average, but average is not normal. There is no normal.
For most of us, normal means “what we are used to,” the familiar. For me, the familiar is a dog. Speaking of which I took Johnny for his annual physical and he’s A-OK. Five hundred dollars later, I am telling him he’s not going to college…I can’t afford it.
I know the Pope said we shouldn’t spend money on animals, but when it comes to Economics, the Pope admits he’s ignorant.
Years ago, a woman at work said the same thing to me…”it’s sinful to spend money on animals.” This gave me an opportunity to explain the multiplier principle from Economics 101. Every dollar I spend comes back to me multiplied. When I spend money at the vet’s office, I am helping to support jobs. People in these jobs pay taxes. Taxes support Soial Security and a range of other outlays that affect me.
The only money I begrudge the vet’s office is the cost of medicines. The flea and tick med I bought yesterday for two dogs is over $200. I suspect the big drug companies are raking in excess profit.
This week, I rejoined my water aerobics class at the Sport and Health Club. Seventy-six-year old Karen is still the instructor and many of my old friends, some of whom I see when shopping at Trader Joe’s, are still there. All of us are 65 and older, a few in their 80s. Even so, we have a vigourous workout. Karen swims the Chesapeake Bay marathon every year, so she’s no slouch when it comes to putting us through our paces. I’m on a Monday-Wednesday-Friday morning schedule, leaving afternoons and Tuesdays and Thursdays for other things.
I had lost so much weight since my last exposure to the pool, the bottom of my swimsuit kept slipping down. I’ll have to buy a new bottom. Fortunately, Lands End sells swim suit separates.
K (she has an Indian name a half a block long and she’s also a retired engineeer) asked me if I was still reading and writing. The pool is not just where you exercise, its where you meet interesting people too. I told her yes. She asked if I was still taking classes. I told her no, I didn’t like the driving back from the university at night.
Sometimes I really miss classes, however, the drive home at 10:30-11:00 PM was a killer. Owing to cataracts, David drove me to classes during the last year. These days, neither of us likes to drive at night.
Thus we make some concessions to age, because as my friend Nash says, “It is what it is.”