Friday, January 11, 2013
It must be part of the aging process
It could be I’m getting older, or maybe it's because I've been retired for ten years but everyday I see, hear or experience things that takes me back to yesteryear. My wife says I have too much idle time on my hands, but her time is coming.
Yesterday, I picked up my wife in my junk keep (as she calls it) pickup from the Toyota dealer, where she was having some recall work being done. A smile came across my face, as it must have come across my step- dad when he used to pick us up in his jalopy. We offered to buy him a new car, but he wouldn’t take us up on it but one the reason was that my sister left him the car when she died and we understood. One of my kids gave me the truck when they bought a new car. We were going to become a one-car family once I retired, but we never got to experience the pitfalls of that. Today is one of those days when the truck will come in handy, as I haul off all the junk I’ve been hoarding for years.
In fact, as I was loading my truck this morning, the weather reminded me of when we touched down at LAX the very first time. The California summer is what I I've always heard about; a bright sun but a pleasant 72°.
The other day one of our daughters asked my wife to cook her some beans because she was working late. I reminded my wife of the times my mom would cook supper complete with ice tea for us, and my step-dad would always delivery it knowing it would make our night a little easier. The aroma alone was better than eating takeout again. How did they know that a home-cooked meal was what we needed? I bet they were part of that continuing cycle that has been passed on for ages and taken for granted sometimes.
I love living in today’s world, and I’m keeping up in our age of technology, but I remember just tearing up the old receipts before putting them the trash can for pickup. Today, I ran them through our micro- cut paper shredder first because identity thieves can piece together information from paper that was shredded using a cross-cut shredder. Wouldn't that have sounded absurd 20 years ago?