I keep thinking about an incident that happened in 2000 that keeps popping up. It bothers me. I’m not sure it should. I’ve not mentioned it to anyone but I think I’m ready to write about it. I think it will be soon. Why? I think it has been bothering me because it’s important. It’s an important issue, especially for women, and clearly for young women. So I will get busy on that and see if I can organize my thoughts. Or maybe just tell it like it happened and let you decide what is important about it and why.
Another thing that has been on my mind is age. I know I am not a spring chicken. I am the first to tell my age…59. I’ll be 60 in a few short months. I used to think that was old but now as it approaches, I have come to realize that it’s just another in an ever escalating list of numbers. It doesn’t mean that I’m done. It doesn’t mean that I should go hide away in a corner and stay quiet. It doesn’t mean that I have nothing to say. It doesn’t mean that no one should listen to me. But that’s how I feel at times, more and more so. It seems that people see an older person and instead of thinking “gee, I wonder what I can learn from this person”, they think something like “oh they’re so out of it; they’re over the hill and I don’t have anything to learn by listening to them.” I guess it’s natural for the younger ones to ignore the wisdom of the older ones. But I don’t like it. I don’t ignore those older than me. There are a lot of older bloggers out there…yeah, older than me! They have something of value to say and I will listen to them. There are also a lot of much younger than me bloggers with a lot to say that I want to hear. If I can help them and support them in any way, even if it as just a cheerleader or a surrogate mom, I’m there.
School. It’s starting up again. Well, local kids have another month before they start but I know that in California, they start this week. In some places they already started last week. Whenever they start, it always seems bittersweet to me. It’s the end of free time, learning from doing time, fun time, for them. It’s the end of playing in the street until long after the sun has set. As such, it’s a melancholy time. Yet, it’s the beginning of new learning. It’s the beginning of new friends and a new teacher or two. For many, it’s the beginning of a new school experience. It’s the beginning of change. It’s the beginning of widening horizons. That’s a promising thing. I remember loving it. I was always happier during the school year. It gave me a sense of purpose and a sense of accomplishment and of promise.
I guess that’s what’s on my mind today. And I have a little five year old telling me that he wants to go get his hair cut because it’s in his eyes again. So I guess that’s the next thing for today!
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights 
Oh, those old people.. can’t learn a thing from them :p
Kidding, kidding….One of the things I love is that I have friends who are older and who are younger (and friends with kids that are even younger!) There is so much we can all learn from one another, regardless of age!
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I’m very curious about the incident from 2000. Also: how lucky that the kidlet doesn’t mind getting his hair cut! I remember that as one of the worst things in the entire world when I was a kid. I still hate it, actually.
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Now I want to know about 2000.
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I’m 62. I’m not done yet either! Yes, my muscles and joints ache at times and while the mind is still positive the body can do something, often the body convinced the mind it’s a few bricks short of a load. I want to stay active and contribute to the world somehow. I am also curious about 2000. Have a gut feeling I can guess, but will wait to see.
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Some listen, some don’t and often times the ones that only half listen circle back a few years down the road and say, “I wish I had listened.”
If your incident is on your mind so much after all these years, it has to be important to at least one person out there! I believe that’s how God works a lot of the time. May He come alongside you and help you write that post.
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Dear Corina, you have to keep in mind that even when you were quite young, you weren’t friends with everyone. We all pick and choose. Now and then we find someone who has similar tastes to ours… who are unique in some special way… and then we get closer, become friends. People who discriminate because of superficial characteristics, like the color of hair or skin, or because someone is fat or thin… they’re the same people who might not want to have anything to do with an older person. How good it is that they can find friends in their own age group, and feel fine while convincing themselves that they’re just right. I wouldn’t worry about it.
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I love reading your blog, and you are older than my parents. I tend to get along very well with those older than me. Actually, many of the blog I enjoy are by older bloggers than myself.
I am too curious to find out about that incident in 2000.
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