When age doesn’t mean wisdom

Crackle was barking as he watched me leaving a car. He always does it when he sees me leaving the car or coming back. 

I ran into the store to grab a couple of things that they didn’t have on the shelves earlier this morning. 

I knew Crackle was going to be fine. I left the car windows slightly open for him. And  it was unusually cold for summer. But anyway, I was fast. I had only two items in my basket when I approached the cashier. All of the sudden, the woman behind me asked: “Let me pay for your groceries”. 

-What? Why?

“Maybe she thought you were homeless,” Daniel said. 

Thank you, love. Do I really look homeless? I had a $20 bill in my hand. And the cashier knows me/us. 

I am not used to getting something for free or even a tip. 

The cashier, seeing my bewilderment, tried to convince me that this was ok.

The lady said that today is her birthday, her 60-es birthday. This is what she wanted to do for her birthday – a good deed. So I had to accept it. 

It was her birthday…

I just turned 50 myself.

The number is kind of shocking. I’m trying to get used to it. It’s believed people become smarter with age. Not always though.

…About a year ago, we had new neighbors, most likely retirees. I highly doubt that they will ever see this post, but nevertheless I will call them Bonnie and Clyde (just out of spite).

Bonnie and Clyde began to walk past our house regularly.

Well, Our house is beautiful, the grass is green, and the trees are blooming.

Sometimes the neighbors tried to talk to my husband. But he managed to tactfully evade conversations with them. Spring. Grass grows, flowers need to be transplanted, old leaves need to be collected, stones need to be sawn, firewood needs to be stacked.

And finally Clyde got lucky. Dan was on the street, talking to our friends. But Clyde was not confused by this, he interrupted the conversation and quickly began to whisper something. Dan didn’t understand anything, just replied that he didn’t have any information right now. And hurried to retreat.

About two weeks after that, Clyde saw Dan on the street again. The weather was good for  Dan to mow the grass. Clyde doesn’t care about the weather and our grass, I’m not sure he mows his own. Anyway, Clyde stopped my husband and asked: “So what? What do you think about this?”

Dan replied that he had not found any information.

Of course, what can you find if you don’t search?

Clyde persisted: “They (who knows who) are chasing the oligarchs.” And ready for this?! “Is your wife an oligarch by any chance?”

Really?

Dan was taken aback, but he didn’t show it: “My wife and I are not interested in politics”.

Bonnie supported him, maybe she herself was tired of her husband’s conspiracy theories. She said: “Probably this is the right thing now.”

Since then, Clyde has lost all interest in us and our house.

And I once again remembered the saying: wisdom comes with age. But sometimes age comes alone.

“I don’t want to get old.”

“You won’t get old. Life will pass over your face, that will be all, and it will become more beautiful. One is old only when one no longer feels.”

“No. When one no longer loves.”

Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph

Author: Elena

Hi, My name is Elena. I am Russian living in the US. My blog is about my life and experience. This is my new hobby. So, please, don't be too hard on me. Thanks

2 thoughts on “When age doesn’t mean wisdom”

  1. Hello, my friend. As I age, I notice that I’m getting patient than ever! 😁😁😁 But then, I also notice that I’m becoming more sensitive. My only fear (for lack of a better word) though, is making my daughter suffer as I grow old especially when I start forgetting things and all. I hope I will not make things hard for her. Happy Monday, Elena!

    1. Thank you for your support. I became sensitive already((((🙃. I believe it’s hard for our kids to see us getting older. But it’s life. I just hope do not loose my mind.

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