It’s Grand Central Station around here, what with these trains of thought going through my head. Of course, I’m happy to regale you with a few, so join me at the depot for a spell. We can kick back and I’ll order us some refreshing lemonade, spiked with you-know-what. We can then watch these trains go through my head. Trains of thought, that is.
Someone said to me, upon hearing my age, “That can’t be! You look so young!” Clearly, they weren’t looking at my neck. Or at my upper arms with all the what-nots hanging from it.
Or at me, for that matter.
But seriously, I’ve got a milestone birthday coming this year and I’m ready to revolt against it, taking no prisoners. It’s a big one, to be sure, and I’m not too happy about it. Curse you, Father Time! I told you to put mom at the helm, but did you listen to me? Hardly. Sigh. Oh and Robert, before you decide to tell anyone what milestone I’m facing–as if they can’t guess on their own, anyway–you better think twice, my friend. I know you know but no need to divulge a lady’s secret, if you know what’s good for you. And that’s all I’m going to say on the matter.
Changing the subject, I love the park by my house, especially at dusk. On any Friday evening, when there’s just enough light left in the day, I can meander along the path, with dogs in tow and see many people at the park. On this particular evening, here’s what I see:
Folks playing volleyball.
Others playing soccer.
Families of diverse backgrounds meeting up for a picnic in what has been for years a weekly tradition.
Children on the swings and zooming down the slides.
Seniors taking a walk; one such couple holding hands.
A young guy watching his girlfriend do crunches.
A beaming father teaching his young child how to ride a bike.
All in all, I see people making the most of the last bits of daylight.
I can’t explain it, but seeing all this family-friendly outdoor activity on a Friday night, gladdens my heart and makes me pleased as punch to know I live in such a peaceful and relaxing place.
Poor Amy. Lucy is missing and hasn’t been seen in weeks. I know this because there are signs up all over the neighborhood and you can’t miss them. Which, if you’ve lived here long enough, you know that it can only mean ONE THING:
But, who has the heart to tell Amy? And Lucy was a good cat, too, and Amy won’t soon forget the happiness Lucy brought her during the short time they had together.
Overheard: When I was your age, I didn’t have the Internet. I’d have to use the microfiche at the library to do my research.
Micro fish? You mean tiny fish?
Sort of, but not really.
Here’s what I need to do this week:
Laundry. And no, I don’t bother separating the whites from the rest. Call me lazy, but I find it’s too much trouble and life’s awfully short.
Pay bills (a necessary evil)
I’m also just finished a profile of a Local Hero I recently interviewed, Azim Khamisa, a remarkable man whose son was gunned down at age 20, while on the job delivering pizza. Apparently, killing him was part of a gang initiation. The remarkable thing was that Azim was able to forgive his son’s killer, who at the time was just 14 years old, and he also reached out to his grandfather, Ples. Twenty years later and Azim and Ples still visit schools together, talking to students and spreading their anti-violence message. As far as Azim is concerned, the night of his son’s murder, there were victims on either side of the gun. Through a foundation he started in his son’s memory, the Tariq Khamisa Foundation, he’s already reached close to a million children with his mission to stop kids from killing kids by breaking the cycle of youth violence. He really is a Local Hero making a difference.
Finally, I’m packing for a trip to Chicago to visit my daughter. One long weekend with nothing to do but shop, chat, explore, and hang out together. After all, you’re never too old for some quality time!
Which begs the question: What are your plans this Mother’s Day weekend?