If all goes as planned, two weeks from today (Monday, April 30), we’ll be pulling into Shepler’s Ferry parking lot, unloading baggage and dogs, and beginning our fifth season on Mackinac Island. Looking back now, it hardly seems possible five years have passed since we bought our condo.
I was into my “that time of the year” list-making yesterday when I suddenly had one of those random thoughts that can stop you in your tracks. The thought was this: With the passage of another five summers, Ted and I will enter our 70’s (well, five years for Ted, six for me).
I can remember thinking in my twenties, thirties – heck even my 50’s – that if I reached the age of 70, I was really going to be a very, very old woman. I’d probably spend my days doddering around the house, reading in my rocking chair, and making sure I kept a good supply of liniment on hand for all those aches and pains that come naturally with age. I mentioned all this to Ted later in the day, and we spent an hour thinking back to our own parents and how his mom had passed away in her 60’s and my dad and his in their 70’s. We talked about how much more active we both are than our parents had been and chuckled when we imagined them biking or kayaking or hiking or exploring caves when they were our age. I like to think that our activity level will keep us younger longer, but if I let myself dwell on it too much, it still astounds me how close we are to being very senior citizens.
When I look in the mirror these days, I don’t see a senior citizen; but it’s mainly because I don’t want to see one. I’ve trained my eyes to embrace the lines (they give character to the face), and make sure not too many gray hairs are showing at my roots (better call for an appointment before I leave). I’ve trained my legs to push back a little sooner from the table and my hands to spoon more veggies and fruits into my mouth than meats and sugar. I’ve semi-trained my body to move more – sometimes when I really don’t want to (during the winter) and sometimes out of pure necessity (during the summer).
I guess all this is on my mind because Ted had a little health scare at the end of last week, and he and I swapped doctor’s appointments so he could get in faster (I knew nothing of the seriousness of his symptoms until he mentioned swapping appointments). Thankfully, his exam and all his lab work came back normal; but if his symptoms persist, we’ll check it all out again in Michigan.
So, for now, I guess we’ll keep on at our present pace until the good Lord suggests we slow down. Our lives are so full, and we are so blessed that the thought of doddering around the house, rocking, and rubbing in liniment as exercise sure seems a little tame. I pray when that “slow down” suggestion does come, we will accept it with peace, grace, and thankfulness for all that came before.
Weekend on the Ri’vah
A full week ahead – three days of doctors’ appointments for me (just routine stuff), hopefully a whole day of shopping in Albany with my buddy Dawn (since she’s gone to work, we don’t have nearly enough time together), then expecting Jason and Blair in on Friday afternoon for the weekend. By the time we meet here again (on Friday), the countdown to leaving will have truly begun . . . and, as always, I have mixed emotions about that. (Sigh) . . . . wishing all our friends and family were coming with us.
Header Photo: Lady Liberty, the Lake Blackshear Resort and Golf Club dinner boat, cruising down the ri’vah late Saturday afternoon.