2023:  The Year of Loosey Goosey

Of the 24 goals I made for myself at the beginning of 2022 I successfully accomplished 8.5.  Am I embarrassed by my lack of success? Nah, not in the least.  My fourth grade teacher made it abundantly clear to me that I do not live up to my full potential.  And that’s ok because I would be too much of a force if I had a type A personality on top of my inherent muchness.

I will not tell you about the 8.5 things I did accomplish because I don’t want to be braggadocious. But I will share a few of my abysmal failures.  First, no matter how many years I try to commit to the practice, I was simply unable to drink eight glasses of water daily.  Don’t judge me.  I have also failed again this year to lose weight.  Don’t judge me.  After 40 some years of marriage, I cooked something not even Garv could stomach…my failed attempt to roast a perfect brisket.  And my biggest fail was my goal to talk less and listen more.  I don’t even know how that goal entered my mind much less made the list.

Now 2023 is coming to an end. Many of my peers have remarked about how the year seemed to just fly by.  Older people and people with young kids seem to always make that claim.  Neuroscientists have come up with several theories about our perception of time.  My favorite is called the “oddball effect.”  The theory states that being engaged in a novelty (something oddball) gives the perception of time passing at a slower rate.  So, when we have a novel experience or meet new people or make lifestyle changes we experience a deeper engagement. This deeper attention seems to slow time and also produce more meaningful memories.  I can attest to this theory.

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Alice vs. The Bad Guys

If you drink too much from a bottle marked ‘poison,’ it’s almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.”

That’s the first movie line I committed to memory.   It originates from Disney’s “Alice in Wonderland” which I first saw when I was four. That line has resided deep within the folds of my brain for a long time. Perhaps if I deleted it from memory I could replace it with my Meijer mPerks pin. I can never remember that pin.  But Alice’s statement continues to deliver good advice.  And, who doesn’t love a well placed understatement?   

The point here is that all forms of art can make lasting impressions.  Good art, even animation, challenges perspective.  It educates, entertains and/or enlightens.  The delivery can be subliminal.  Quiet.  It can be existential.  It can be a yell in your face ‘your nose is going to grow if you lie’ kind of delivery. 

At my age, I am again watching art in animated form.  Over the last four years I have watched 23 full length animated movies with two of my grandsons.  The first was “Cars.”  To my surprise, I loved it.  How could a movie go wrong with Owen Wilson, Bonnie Hunt, Paul Newman and Cheech Marin in the cast?   

A few weeks ago we decided to watch Dreamworks’ “The Bad Guys.”  The movie opened with a well dressed wolf and a hat wearing python sitting in a NYC diner a la Seinfeld.  Their banter was quick and filled with double entendre.  After a few minutes, they left the diner and robbed a bank.  They then picked up their other friends involved in the heist and a high speed police chase ensued.  The bad guys successfully escaped leaving crashed police cars in their wake.  (Think “Pulp Fiction” mixed with “Fast and Furious” and a smidgen of “Oceans 11.”)

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Archie’s Girls – Rated PG13?

Archie’s Girls Betty and Veronica #146 (February1968)

WHAACK!  POW!  KA-BOOM!!  Holy speech balloons Batman, today is National Comic Book day!

We preteen boomers were big consumers of comic books.  And our parents seemed to view Superman, Captain America and the likes as appropriate and innocuous characters for us to befriend.  

But were comic books innocuous?

I was about 10 when I began receiving a meager allowance.  My parents probably thought it would teach me the value of a buck or in my case, the value of a quarter.  It did not.  On allowance day I ran to the drugstore to purchase candy cigarettes and an Archie comic book, quickly becoming addicted to both.  My dentist ended my abuse of those sweet, chalky, red tipped candy cigarettes. Unfortunately my parents made no effort to thwart my comic book addiction.

 

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Possibilities

This happens every August.  My flowers play host to an astonishing number of bees, butterflies and hummingbirds.  It is almost a guarantee that a baby Praying Mantis will be discovered somewhere on or near the house.  The three foot State Fair zinnias take center stage in the gardens while the rosebuds prepare to open for one final encore.   The skies become deeper, clearer and bluer and I am fully delighted and mesmerized by the low, flat bottomed towers of fluffy cumulus clouds frequently floating above.  Sometime around mid August there are light breezes that glide nearly imperceptibly over my skin and for a fleeting moment, I feel a soupçon of a chill in the air.    

All of this August-ness, the slight chill in the air in particular, transports me back to high school and college.  The zinnias make me think about homecoming dances and corsages and football games.  The skies and clouds place me smack dab in the middle of any number of cross country meets.  And that gentle slightly chilled breeze against my skin gives me goose-bumps as I can easily recall the thrill I felt at the beginning of every school year standing at the precipice of clean slates, new beginnings, promise and wide open potential, future loves and friendships.

As August and summer quickly come to pass, I find myself wishing I could be as excited today about the potential of the next nine months as I was in my youth.  It is not easy at a boomer age to find opportunities to build community, find new challenges and embrace possibilities.

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Forever Young?

Is it just me or have you too been feeling a little ‘elder peer pressure?’  The message is loud and clear that someone, though I haven’t yet figured out whom, is demanding that we leave our boomer sized comfort zones and spend our final decades recreating, expanding and challenging ourselves.  Now.  And in a big way.

Newspapers, magazines, websites, social media and even PBS are pushing the notion that we boomers should be traveling, cycling through Europe, running marathons, making new friends, writing Pulitzer prize winning books and starting new businesses in between spending quality time with the grandkids.    

Have you seen the commercial that opens with a coed walking across a college campus?  She looks up and is pleasantly surprised to see her grandmother waiting for her near the sidewalk.  Grandma is standing next to her candy apple red Jeep.  She flashes a sheepish smile at her granddaughter and asks, “Road Trip?”  The granddaughter beams and says “Yeah!”  (Come on.  What college coed would prefer a road trip with granny over a frat party or football game?  Unless of course there is a known inheritance of some sort.)

Anyway, granny gets behind the wheel of her Jeep, granddaughter buckles up and off they go for an exciting whirlwind weekend.  They ride bikes, do yoga by the lake, eat triple scoop ice cream cones-no chocolate (again lacks believability), ride a roller coaster, paddle boat and hike.  They perform synchronized classic Arabesque poses while riding electric scooters, attend the theater in the evening and finish off with a little post Sunday brunch shopping.  (Rumor has it the advertisers planned on ending the commercial with a shot of them sharing a doob on their boutique hotel rooftop patio but time constraints forced them to drop that scene.) 

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Happy Half Year Eve?

Goodbye June and hello to the 11th day of summer…the 26th Friday…the 27th week…and the 182nd day of 2022, aka July 1st, 2022.  Simply stated, we have blown through the first half of 2022 which begs the question,

“How are those New Year’s Goals/Resolutions/”Intentions” going?”

Mine are not going so well.  Few have been crossed off my list, ok; none of them have been crossed off.  I admit I was a little disappointed with myself until I realized how very busy the first half of the year has been. 

The chaotic speed began in mid January just after the Christmas decorations were taken down, boxed and stored.  By the time I reorganized our personal files for 2022 it was time to begin pulling tax information together.  Then it was time to schedule all those annual dental and physical exams.  And there were the hours I spent shoveling snow.  (Wink) 

February rolled around and of course I had to support our Olympians in Beijing.  I spent many late nights cheering on our athletes and in particular watching Shaun White Mistyflip in the Pew Pew a few more times. 

March brought NCAA Men’s Basketball madness and when your alma mater takes the hardwood, you have to be the sixth man, right?  Also in March, the red carpet rolls out for Oscar.  I had not seen any of the nominated movies, and that was just flat out unacceptable for me, a movie lover.  I spent a good ten nights streaming nominated flicks.  What is life without art?  The goals/projects list would have to wait until April.

April was productive and I was, in fact on a roll completing some projects, becoming somewhat disciplined and more scheduled.  But that momentum came to a screeching halt in May when I had cataract surgery.  The surgery went well, but these blue eyes were cattywampus for most of the month while they were healing.  This made reading difficult, physical labor ill advised and cooking absolutely too risky.  (Wink, wink.)

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Not Your Basic Fish Tale

This is a photo of a male Veiltail Betta. My eldest grand used his own money to purchase this fish and a tricked out aquarium.  He named the fish Indy and is quite proud of his new friend. 

A few weeks ago, said grandson asked if Indy could ‘vacation’ at my house while he went to Florida on his family vacation. I was honored to be chosen.  He could have asked his friends or cousins or other family members, but he chose ME and I was touched. I had earned a spot on his most trusted “go to” people list!

Indy arrived at my house ready for his vacation in a clean aquarium along with fish food and a thank you note which read:

“Mimi thank you for watching Indy!  2 pellets a.m. and 2 pellets p.m.  Love you.”

I’m not too proud to admit I took pictures of Indy and spent some time staring at and talking to him.  I swear he watched me through the glass, usually giving me his side eye.  I googled “Betta fish” and learned they originated from Thailand’s rice paddies and that betta means “beautiful warrior.” Bettas recognize their human caregivers.  (See, he was actually watching me!)  I was pleased to learn they have a 3-5 year lifespan because the thought had briefly crossed my mind that he could, while in my care, well, you know…

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Take it Easy

This is me a few years ago unabashedly thrilled to be standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona.  Why?  Because standing on that corner was on my “Must Do” bucket list since sometime around May 1st, 1972.  That was the day the Eagles, released their first single, “Take it Easy.” 

I thought the song was ok when it was released, but I was never an avid fan of the Eagles or Jackson Browne.  “Take it Easy” does not come close to making the cut on my top 40 favorite song list.   I mean it’s a song about a jerk with seven women on his mind.  That’s a lot of women for one guy to have on his mind.  And, to make it worse, two of those women want to stone him.  Even as a teen I assumed that women tended to have solid reasons for wanting to stone a guy.  I felt no empathy for this dude, no connection whatsoever.  So, I have never understood why this song is a kind of wormhole for me; a transcendental song with the power to instantaneously insert my past into my present.   

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“CODA” – The Hardest Movie to Watch

It’s only about an hour before the Oscar curtain call.  I have seen all but three of the ten movies nominated for Best Picture.  I could not bring myself to watch “Dune” as I am not a sci-fi Armageddon kind of gal.  I passed on “Drive My Car” because sitting four feet from my television to read subtitles was, I felt, asking too much of my active participation.

The movie I have not, but would like to see is “CODA.”  I have a feeling it will win best picture.  Why didn’t I see it?  Apple greed.  Apple bought the rights to “CODA” for $25 million, then released it in select New York and LA theaters for a week in August and two days in February.   If I ask Garv to go to a movie with me on a week day, it’s a hard no.  I was pretty sure it would have been out of the question to ask him to fly to LA for a movie, popcorn and Dots.

Apple took advantage of rule changes made in 2020 by the Academy of Arts and Sciences.  The Academy agreed to consider movies for an Oscar if they were released to the public a short period of time prior to release on a streaming service.  They did this to help the motion picture industry survive and (I want to believe) to deliver entertainment and goodwill to humanity while we all waited out a pandemic of historic consequence.

Apple did follow the Academy’s new rules and released “CODA” to the public for the shortest possible time in the fewest possible locations.   Then they locked “CODA” in the Apple vault where it is currently being held for ransom.   

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How Was Your February?

Guess which month consistently polls as America’s least favorite month.  According to Gallup, February has won the honor since 1965.  In the Midwest February is psychically painful.  It is cold, sunless and constantly mocks you should you attempt to be happy for more than two hours on any given day. 

February of 2022 began per usual.  The groundhog surfaced to cast his little rodent shadow and sentence us to six more weeks of purgatorial winter.  In the past there have been both kinder and more brutal Februarys.   But this February took a bothersome turn when Punxsutawney Phil somehow managed to summon return appearances of a few unsavory characters to cast bigger shadows than his own.

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