“The Seniors Zone” Egad my best friends are all getting...(gulp) Old! Ok we all know 65 is the new 40, isn’t it? But 66? Yes, more than just a way to get your kicks , (get your kicks, at age sixty six)
So where does this double digit leave us? We all get Old Age Pension, most but not all are retired, and we are definitely slowing down.... I mean just try to weed your garden as if you were a spry 40 yr old, And a couple of hours later, its “pass the painkillers” and I’m looking for a lawn chair in the shade.
Memories of a lusty youth have been replaced by Reality...my boudoir smelling not of roses but of A535....oh how the mighty have fallen. Or have I? I mean I have a job which while not making me rich, does have excellent hours, a short commute and outstanding health benefits. What more can I ask for? At this age its no longer necessary to acquiesce to every request to volunteer, donate etc...it’s ok to be a bit curmudgeonly yes? Oh and bonus: I really like what I do and who (whom?) I work with. To quote my hero Shrek ...“really really”!
To my delight, a seriously senior lady asked the other evening if I was “the motorcycle lady” while I was waiting for my take out Chinese. Not only did this make me grin, but resulted in a long conversation about “current affairs” and inept Federal politicians. You know me, never one to hesitate a sharing of opinions, but now I have actually been asked for my opinion on stuff. Its kind of awesome!
So having survived the pandemic, 🦠 and double jabs, a year of wearing a hot sweaty mask, of not being struck by a meteorite or other space debris: I am content working on the yard, trying my hand at a Victory Garden with a plethora of spuds, tomatoes, carrots and onions 🧄🥕thanks to the support and encouragement of my wonderful Husband. As we toil under sun and drought in our sensible sun hats and overalls 🧑🏼🌾👨🏼🌾 we are, as they say, reaping the rewards.. Todays sun warmed tomatoes were heaven. Fresh strawberries for breakfast..a sweet juicy treat. Ok, 110 hills of potatoes was a bit much, but this means Potatoes for Everyone! Could be worse...could have been zuchinni.
But where, you may ask, does this leave Biker Marlean? No tales of highway adventure? Well this too has been hampered, by old injuries, aches and pains, tight budgets , and the freaking border to the United States being closed!
Once I would have ranted - now I figure why waste my breath? Cynical? Disillusioned? Disappointed? I try to ignore the idiocy, the Democrats, future Commies, mass media and Yoko....we are doing alright. The freezer and pantry are filled, we have a few bottles of decent scotch, bring it on. We may be old, but we can cook, bakes, preserve, hunt & fish, and camp....beats life in a home listening to top hots of Celine and Shania. Give me 60’s rock, boogie woogie, the blues, and a shady place to set my butt. Ah the peace of age...but once that border opens...look out! Big Mac and I will be on the road again. Getting our kicks on route 66!
