Our oldest grand son is suffering from growing pains, the bone deep thrumming of cells pushing ahead to produce the final product. His feet and hands are ready; large, long, and prepared in advance for the growth spurts. It is a beautiful thing to watch; the 'dirty stach', the voice lowered to that of a man, the new emotions that challenge those of his parents and siblings, and thoughts and queries that sit on the cusp of boyhood and adulthood. While nursing his aching legs with a hot water bottle after a soccer game he announced "I want to wake up tomorrow and be 6 foot 4".
Does anyone ever wish they could wake up in the morning and be 100 years old?
We were invited to attend an open house to celebrate J.G.'s 100th. birthday on Saturday. He said he was proud to have reached 100 and was thankful that dementia had not 'set in'. [Is dementia like a bowl of jello? does it 'set in' while no one is watching?] The secret to this, he said, is to 'keep your mind active and your body moving'. Then someone made a comment that he had reached a 'ripe old age'. Well, think about that for minute....ripe has many meanings and connotations, the one being "most suitable or right for a particular purpose". And another "fully developed and ready to be used".
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