The wallet above is more than 20 years old. It has a history and I've had it for so long, I keep forgetting its history.
I bought the wallet on April 19, 1995 at Potomac Mills Mall in Virginia. Why do I remember the exact date? Because it was the day of the Oklahoma City bombing - but I did not know about the bombing until I was driving home from Potomac Mills.
My son and I went to that mall more often than I'd liked because, in
While walking throughout the mall [which is large,] I saw the occasional television set in store windows showing a bombing. I didn't think anything of it other than all of the TVs were showing the same movie. On the way home in the car we heard about the bombing and that's the first my son and I knew of it. [And that's why I remember the exact date I got the wallet.]
Since that time, the wallet has led a long life in my pocket, in my backpack, in my fanny pack. or in whatever. In those 20+ years, the wallet has been drenched in the Connecticut River, been dampened by Atlantic and Pacific sea air, been dampened by New England and mid-Atlantic snow and thunderstorms and by the Pacific North West rains and Cascade snow.
It's been part of my life through many moves, lots of mileage in cars, lots of ski trips and lots of
And here it is. A black wallet! My very first thought on opening the wallet was wow - I forgot how good Velcro can be when it is new. And I saw on the tag that it's made by the original Swiss Army Knife makers. I think it might outlive me and it will have its own history to tell at some point.
I grew up in New York City.
It’s where I first learned to walk, and learned to be a pedestrian.
It’s also where I learned to drive.
I left New York in my early 20s, and since then have lived in other cities where there are lots of cars, lots of pedestrians, and these days - a growing number of senior citizens.
It dismayed me to read the following in a blog post about a section of Brooklyn's way to "combat" senior citizens being killed by drivers.
As of early September, eight of 15 pedestrians killed by drivers in the Brooklyn South command were age 65 or older.
To combat the trend, precincts in the area have distributed fliers and notices to residents giving tips to older pedestrians on how to navigate the streets safely.
The fliers suggest wearing “light or bright colored clothing so drivers will notice you,” waiting for a fresh walk signal to cross and treating driveways with the same caution before crossing as if they were roads.
What this first reminded me of was the negative commentary in the news and elsewhere blaming rape on women. "Women should wear longer clothes," "women should not have too much of their body exposed," "women ought not to be out after dark," "women ought not to walk outside alone, etc." Basically a litany of all the things that women should not do in order to not put themselves at risk of being raped.
Nowhere do we ever ever read anything like “how about we teach the boys to not rape women? or "not see women as sex objects?” Nope -
So now - taking a page from that same type of commentary, we blame the victims themselves for being hit by cars. They didn’t wear the right thing, or maybe they were out after dark. Or they did not wait for a fresh walk sign?
These pedestrians were in the crosswalks, obeying traffic rules… but let’s blame them and tell them how to behave… Can’t blame drivers can we?
I’m still a pretty fast walker - even for my age. And, yes, I cross the street seeing the countdown clock is not fresh - it may be midway through the cycle. I know I can cross that road in that time. So why should I wait for a fresh cycle? Does my time not count? Maybe I have an appointment. Maybe I have a train or bus to catch. Why is the driver’s need to hurry more important than my life?
My heat wave has been over for a couple of days and I took the dog for a few long walks today. I realized again that "we" walk 3 to 4 miles a day. That means I walk 3 to 4 miles a
I also realize that having a dog, especially a young dog with a lot of energy is a good model for me. She keeps me energized and she certainly keeps me getting a lot of exercise.
Is my exuberant dog below but even if you have one like in the picture above enjoy your dog get out and exercise with your dog get energized with your dog.
I've been thinking about all of us who are growing older better and I've put together a report here where you can get information about what you can do with your life “when you're a grown-up.”
[You can also click on the image above to get the report.]
What about you? It doesn't matter how old you are now or what your definition of grown up is - you can still do things now in preparation for that time in the future or just do them now because you really want to.
People are working well past retirement. They maybe stay at the job they have and like or are moving into new careers.
What's the point of retiring at 65 or 70 if you're doing something you like?
Why even think of retirement?
Retirement to me is when you finally leave a job that you probably didn't like that much. Or a job where you got told you could not stay past 65 or 70 because there was a rule, or there was no longer a need for your position. Or worse - that the company found somebody younger who they could pay less.
You still have a brain.
You still have a healthy body.
You still have a lot to give the world.
You still have a lot to give yourself.
SOOOOOO - there's no time like the present to start thinking about what you are going to do tomorrow, or maybe 30 years from now, or maybe next week, or next month, etc.
We don't have to decide when we are all grown up, but if there something you wanted really really do with your life start – you can start planning for it now!
I've also said that as we learn more and more, we may lose earlier memories or change those memories to fit in with the newer information that is arriving!
I've been known to say that as we age, of course we may alter or forget stuff - because our brains have years and years of memories to sort through, filter, and recall...
And so it did not surprise me at all to see this recent research which has shown that:
Recalling a particular memory can cause us to forget another, similar memory - and neuroscientists have now watched this process happen using brain scans.
I like to think of the brain like a file cabinet drawer or shelf, or even a folder such as you might have on your computer. In your file cabinet drawer you have manila folders - usually the 3 cut ones with the tabs on top which you label for certain papers. If you have a lot of folders that are for different but related material, you might have these within a larger folder - the kind with hooks on the side that you can slide backwards and forwards in the drawer. How many of the larger sliding folders and how many of the smaller manila folders that you have is really up to you and your particular filing system.
But. And it's a big but. The drawer is only so many feet, if not inches, long. There is a limit to the number of larger and smaller folders that you can push into that drawer before it gets jammed. What you do at that point is sort of what your brain does. It has to make space somehow for newer material. You can move a whole batch of those folders to another drawer. You can look through them and say I don't need these anymore and either shred them or toss them.
That's what we do in our brains. Maybe the stuff is never lost but it's been put in a drawer that is seldom used because you just don't need those memories or that information anymore. Maybe it's still there and under some degree of hypnosis or thinking or whenever you can bring it back but if it's really now irrelevant to your life - why not just forget it.....