Hope

I was glad to be alone when I encountered Christy on my evening walk. Her two boxers don’t get along with my dog and it was a relief to avoid the usual struggle of restraining Prince’s aggressive ninety-five pounds. Christy, always cheerful and talkative, seemed hesitant to speak when I asked how she was. Then she broke the news: she had buried her father just that day. A hard thing, I know, having buried both my parents. She spoke of what a wonderful man he was, loved by everyone, and fought back tears as she reminded herself that his was a happy, well-lived life. My heart ached for Christy and I hugged her on that street corner. We then went our separate ways since she was too emotional to speak further, and as I walked, I thought about this thing...

Bitten, Part 2

A month after I was attacked, the dog’s owner, Kathryn, appeared at my front door. I had thought it odd to not hear from her sooner—she is, after all, a very nice person. It turns out she didn’t know who her dog attacked. After another neighbor told her my story, she came bearing flowers and profuse apologies. I was grateful for her kindness. The night of the attack, the police didn’t interview me in the ER until after they had secured the dog and had conversations with the owner and Animal Control. The investigating officer told me that Kathryn would be charged criminally for what her dog had done and would have to go before a judge (for a fine, I presume). That bit of information surprised me, but I think Kathryn was even more surprised when she reported to the...

Dark Socks

It was 6:30 one morning in the new school year and kids were already out waiting on the bus. We saw the boys as we were taking our morning walk, two standing and talking on one side of the street and one by himself on the opposite side. My heart hurt for the one standing alone. “I hate Middle School,” I said to my husband, George. “Kids can be so cruel.” “I noticed the boys, as well,” George said, “but I was thinking something else.” I looked a question at him. “Dark socks,” he said. “Dark socks?” “With shorts,” he added. “Dark socks with shorts?” “It’ll get a guy left out every time.” Who knew? Something to add to the list of things I never learned in Junior High.

Bitten!

I was headed up the hill on one of my loops around the neighborhood when I saw the dog sitting in his front yard. Kathryn’s dog is usually in her house, barking and tearing up window blinds when I pass by. I’m always glad there is glass between us. A red flag waved in my mind when I saw him out, owner nowhere in sight, so I crossed to the other side of the road a couple houses before I reached his. No need to make him feel threatened by being too close. Sadly, I was not far enough away. Just as I drew opposite his house, the dog charged me. I immediately yelled, “NO!” thinking I could scare him away or that Kathryn would hear and stop him. Her car was, after all, in the driveway. No such luck. The dog took one vicious bite of my left leg, just behind the knee,...

One Hour, Five DUIs

The day didn’t go as planned. Some are like that. Most aren’t. It was 12:30 and our Wednesday was pretty much complete. Grocery-shopping done, senior citizen discount received. Leisurely lunch. All we needed were afternoon naps to top off the fulfilling lives of retirees. A call came from a friend we hadn’t heard from and had been concerned about since her recent divorce. “How’d you like to get tanked?” It wouldn’t have been my first choice for the day, but I knew there had to be more behind her question. I wanted to be a good friend. My husband’s motives may not have been so pure. Within an hour we were on the road. Our friend knew exactly where we needed to go, a joint she called TLETA. Seems it was over forty-five minutes away. Though I’m a non-drinker, I...

Call Me Granny

We got stuck behind a pokey driver this morning, doing 35 in a 55 mph zone. Couldn’t get around him because of the double centerline, so cars were lining up behind us. I wanted to scream because I like to do everything quickly. Wasting time is not an option for me. “Why doesn’t the old geezer speed up?” I asked my husband. “We don’t know a geezer is driving that car,” George said. “It has to be! It’s against the law to go that much under the speed limit and the people behind us are liable to think it’s our fault, that we’re the old people who don’t know how to drive!” “I don’t care what people think,” George said, “which is obvious since I’m driving a car that says Call Me Granny on the back of it.” Oh, yeah. That’s right. A gift bestowed on my little SUV by...

Easter Egg Hunt

Easter egg hunts for the elderly don’t require a team of organizers. The old folks can fill the eggs for a fun activity at the assisted living facility. Great way to keep them busy and happy! The best part is that the seekers themselves can hide the eggs for later discovery because they certainly won’t remember where they placed them. When you reach a certain age, all things become new.