By Teri L. Michaud
What is good about being my age? Lots! I have two games that I play with my grandchildren or students. One, if they say a word, any word, I try to think of a song I know, and I start to sing. Most of these children think I can sing well, because I belt out only a few bars. The second game is the Dictionary Game. I have the kids vs. me, and I give teams names, like The Rutabagas, and I will be The Turnip. Same/same, so what? They can open the dictionary to any page and ask me any word that isn't a proper noun, and I tell them its meaning. I know a little bit of Latin and Greek roots, but the rest is basically recall and brain search and please-God some sort of connection. Then I do the same and ask them words. I win, usually, but they do too, because they are exposed to kayak, cardiovascular, and tandem.
The other things that I like about being my age (61) is that I have these two fantastic daughters: Shawna and Ashley. Then they had the good sense to marry Dave and Jeff. Brilliantly, they then produced five amazing children: Edie, Colette, Emmeline, Julien and Miles. I've been married to Gary for nearly 40 years, and we still make each other laugh, not swoon, but laugh. Add to that, we have a little dog that will tear your face off if you mess with any of us.
I've got brothers and sisters who I know would give me a kidney. Or a kick in the ass. We get together every Christmas and St. Patrick's Day. Randomly, we get together on other holidays, and depending on ability, hike, ski, golf, camp and bike. They all also have kids/in-laws and out-laws who come to our celebrations. Once we had an engagement party for niece Michelle. We fashioned it after The Amazing Race, with teams of four, wearing matching bandanas. The contests included shooting a beebee gun, sinking small boats in a kiddie pool, swimming to a dock in a relay, and wearing a prom gown on a scooter racing down a hill. Yup, they all did it--including Jan, who was on an early date with my brother. Ten years later, and they are planning their wedding.
I live on "The Hill": a row of three houses--with one interloper home in between. There's Teri and Gary, Jim and Mary-Ellen, and Kitty and Steve. Kitty, my sister, I've known all my life; Jim came next, when we were in third grade--friend of above-mentioned brother; Steve, grade six, another friend of above-mentioned brother, and boyfriend of Kitty; Mary-Ellen, Beach Weekend at Misquamicut in Rhode Island, girlfriend of Jim; Gary my grade 8 CRUSH--not yet a friend of said brother. We celebrate everything together--marriages, football, snow storms.
Lucky me, I also have friends who love theater, the arts, nature, NYC, food, coffee, books, running, walking and wine.
The down side of 61? My mom is gone, and I miss her. I have bunions, and that's such an old-lady word, but I used to wear great shoes. My knees and hips hurt whether I run or not. I suck at technology. My glasses are a permanent fixture on my face. When I go into the attic, I bring my phone in case I fall down the stairs. Not gonna do a climbing wall or jump out of a plane again. And, although, I am a competitive runner, my “placing" days are numbered, even in my age bracket. Those whippersnappers are gonna dust me pretty soon.