Over the Christmas break I was in a local thrift store shopping with about 12 young ladies from my congregation. We were in the store buying tablecloths and curtains which we plan to make into aprons for an upcoming Pioneer Trek expedition. The girls, ages 17-15, were chatting animatedly as they followed me to the checkout counter.
“Did you bring all your granddaughters shopping with you today?” the friend clerk asked me.
Did I mention that Grace, my daughter, was on of the “granddaughters” as was the (very youthful looking) 30 year-old adult leader of the youth group?
We’ve had beautiful spring weather here this week and the warm temperatures, coupled with the fact that my bike has a flat tire, compelled me to exercise outside on foot. Pain and the surgeon’s advice prevent me from running but I find that I can do what I affectionately call my “accelerated senior shuffle”. Leaning forward, I pump my arms, and move my legs in motions similar to those of ambling elderly people but at about three times the pace. Even speed walkers pass me and I look painfully awkward but it does raise my heartbeat which in turn raises my spirits.
Monday morning I was swiftly shuffling uphill on a side street near our home. Zorro (the dog….I do not leash him when I go “running”) raced ahead of me. As I rounded the corner a sweet teenage girl, about 13-14 years old, whom I had never before seen, ran up behind me.
“Can I help you catch your dog?” she asked kindly.
When I declined her offer, she asked again, “Are you sure?”
I can just imagine her charitable thoughts as she saw what she assumed was a grey-haired grandma futilely attempting to catch her deserting dog.
About a month ago a kindly receptionist, thinking I was leaking, empathized with me by telling me that her father “has that problem too”.
I do not need Depends. I do not need help chasing a runaway pet. And I do not have teenage granddaughters. Yet.
I do have a need for laughter though. And my age-related experiences are good for that.
Hopefully they make you laugh too.