She’s an Elderly Lady in Everyday Ramblings

It was bound to happen eventually if one is long enough in a particular body. I got on a relatively crowded bus with a cloth bag full of groceries on Saturday afternoon and moved towards the back and a large man in about his thirties with a very nice leather jacket and knit hat on got up and asked if I wanted to sit down.

I said sure and he gave me the inside seat, which I wasn’t thrilled about as I knew I was getting off relatively soon, but gift horses and all… He then said, “I don’t think my wife will mind.” And the woman across the aisle said, “Oh, no problem, she’s an elderly lady.”

Wow.

It has been a hard year in some ways but not that hard.

Then the guy with the jacket, who now had me trapped, pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of his 4 day old son with an unusual name that meant something like Brave Dude in Hopi. Then I got to see a picture of the 2 year old and the 5 year old. He said he was still working on getting access back to the 7 and 9 year old.

So after that I am taking the elderly lady comment to mean that it is apparent that I am no longer of childbearing age. I can deal with that.

If I don’t think about it too much.

I feel like I am living with at least one two year old… Diego has figured out how pulling the receiver of my work phone out of the cradle drives me batty. So now he has an arsenal of behaviors that get my attention. There is knocking my expensive glasses on the floor, shredding the toilet paper roll, chewing on my MacBook Pro power cord and now the phone. I unplugged it over the weekend. And I’ll need to get a new bedspread.

But the kids are sweet and curious and playful and healthy. And when they sleep, they really sleep deeply. I am having trouble coming up with terms of endearment for them though. That was Mr. Finch’s job. It was a family trait I discovered, creative and affectionate nicknames.

So I did start calling Diego, Eggo, like the waffles, and that sort of morphed into Eggs. Eggo is a keeper at least. Carlo, who is so laid back I almost feel like calling him The Dude. Eggs and The Dude? Hmmm. Eggs and The Dude and the Elderly Lady.

They are both gray cats and I realized this morning as I was pulling on my sweats and my slippers that, umm, I have taken to wearing gray clothes at home! Oh no.

I had a nice weekend but it was not long enough: lots of stuff going on this week plus a full work-week ahead. We have a cold flu thing going on around here and last week there were five families in isolation up on the unit so I had no takers for my yoga class. Hope they are all feeling better tomorrow.

I might hear today about renting the room at the church.

Last updated December 15, 2014