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“How old would you be…”

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Mark Twain knew his shit.

“...if you didn’t know how old you was?” ~Satchel Paige, American Baseball Player

Age is another concept that we like to think of as malleable … especially as we get older.

You’re only as old as you feel,” and “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing,” are two of the more common sayings we trot out to justify behavior that may be seen as immature.

But I’d argue that it is really just our normal, playful nature peeking out that our age and confidence allow us to act upon.

For some, that new behavior is encouraged. Others find themselves having to justify their “immature” behavior to family and friends who haven’t yet developed the self-confidence to buck the system, so to speak.

I think about these things when I go visit my Pepere in the nursing home. Ten years ago, he was adamant that he didn’t “want to live in a place with all old people because all they do is complain about their health.”

On March 24, he turns 98. In the last year, he has begun to show his age.

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My grandfather circa 1970 on my father’s motorcycle. Born to be weird.

But always, his brain is sharp, and he knows exactly what’s going on around him. “I thought you’d be long gone to South Carolina,” he said when I stopped in Sunday afternoon.

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Pepere admitted that he’d probably fall asleep during the big game. “Me too,” I replied (I did, BTW).

“I’m in no rush to go live with Mom and Dad,” I replied with a huge grin. He grinned back. “I understand,” he winked.

Sometimes it’s hard for us to go visit our elderly relatives because we don’t know what to talk about with them.

The truth is, they don’t care. Just be there to break up the monotony – it’s all any of us really wants.

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We did a lap!
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Crevice dwellers

IMG_20180131_192712746-01I was vacuuming today, and this tiny crevice dweller nearly broke me.

It was one of my dog’s treats.

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Tupper (1/13/10 – 12/6/17) the English bulldog was born in Boston and will be cheering on his home team this Sunday in the big game from his box seat OTRB.

He died unexpectedly on December 6, 2017. One moment he was sashaying around, as bulldogs do. The next, he slowly collapsed.

I was there. I was helpless.

If you’ve ever lost a dog or cat, you know what it’s like – you think you’ve moved on.

And then you find a crevice dweller and fresh grief washes over you. You never know when it’s going to hit.

I still haven’t washed my French bulldog, ToutDeSweet’s, favorite blanket.

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Toots (12/1/00 – 11/24/16) knew how to get comfortable better than any other dog I’ve ever had.

Memories of our four-legged family members are, thankfully, buried deeper than the occasional dog treat. Those memories aren’t going anywhere. I miss you guys. I can’t wait to see you again – in the meantime, have fun and try to get along. ❤️

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Qu’est Que C’est (1/14/02 – 7/28/17) looked deceptively sweet when sleeping. He was hell on wheels!