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Senior Moments: A 'no good, very bad' day story and how to cope

Emma Edwards
By Emma Edwards, Friday, July 6, 2018

I had one of those days last week.

Not only did the ants come marching in again, but the day leaned toward “a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.”

I was scrambling eggs in a breakable bowl and needed to season them before cooking. As I was salting them with my breakable salt shaker, I dropped it into the egg mixture, breaking both. I was impressed with my calmness of spirit in the moment.

We seniors can react with a calm that surprises even us.

Anyway, I had a choice to make. Do I go back to bed and sulk the rest of the day or do I clean it up and carry on?

That’s one of the best things about being a senior; we’ve survived many such circumstances that we can look back on.

I remember a time when my 4-year-old son wanted to be helpful and pulled a breakable bottle of milk from the refrigerator. He dropped it and it spilled (mostly under the refrigerator) plus he broke the milk jug. Frustration! Reaction? Attitude has a lot to do with our reactions as we have learned by living.

I could have shed some tears -- maybe I did -- or I could carry on. Over the years, I’ve taken courses at several community colleges as I had a continuing thirst for learning. My husband’s vocation involved moving rather often.

Attitude was half the battle on frequent moving experiences.

When we lived in California’s Monterey Bay area, I took classes at Cabrillo College in Aptos.

Such memories!

You can imagine my excitement in reading Carl A. Ellis’ historical column in this newspaper where he mentioned that college named after Juan Rodriquez Cabrillo.

We lived in that area for several years. In fact, two of my “kids” are still Californians. It’s interesting to learn more about surrounding areas in Mr. Ellis’ columns.

Do we ever stop learning? Even about death and dying. Notice in those early days in his columns how much death, dying and moving took place.

I view death much like the Apostle Paul, who viewed it not as the end of life but as a time of moving from one home to another. Reminds me of an epitaph found on century-old gravestone that one of our senior lunch people recently shared with us.

Pause Stranger, when you pass me by,

As you are now, so once was I.

As I am now, so you will be,

So prepare for death and follow me.

An unknown passerby scribbled the following on the headstone:

To follow you I’m not content,

Until I know which way you went.

For more on this subject, see you in church Sunday!


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