Walk the Walk, Talk the Talk

This week’s question:

“If you could choose one thing you can no longer do and suddenly had the strength/time/resources to do once again, what would it be?”

Oh, dear! Regrets. I have had to get rid of regrets in my life. There have been so many turning points that could have led me to easier streets that it is hard not to have them. But I have had to let go. So let’s make this simple.

I found myself writing way too much and scrapped it.  It’s hard to choose when you have had to make major adjustments in your life, which I think most of us are now facing. If only we knew! If only we could make younger people understand how fast life changes.

I ran into a younger woman a few years ago who was dressed to the nines. I had to tell her how wonderful her outfit was, even to her shoes. She thanked me and then said, “I love my heels! I gotta have my heels. I’ll be wearing them when I am past your age.” I said, “Only if your feet and knees hold out, but don’t count on it.” Youthful arrogance! Do they think getting old is a choice? I absolutely hate the platitude that goes around Facebook every so often: “You don’t stop dancing because you’re old, you get old because you stop dancing.”

Man, I want to slug whoever posts that!

So, to choose one thing that I have had to give up, I’d have to say walking. Oh, I can walk, but I can’t go on the long day trips we used to do, the trails, the long mall strolls, the museums, zoos amusement parks and other sites, especially any place that has stairs; I simply cannot ‘do’ stairs without taking one at a time and with great discomfort.

I cannot even walk the local park trail which I did so much of when my grandson was in soccer. I wanted to go back to it but my doctor said, “No, you need to be on flat land.”  So, when feeling up to it, I can get on my treadmill, but now I understand the man who sold it to me. He said, “I can’t stand to be inside walking. I want to get out and see nature”. Outside, I would keep walking and would push myself a little farther, but inside, a very short time it feels like forever. Of course, my health has changed in the last couple of years.

I try to read with Kindle while on it, I try to listen to audiobooks, but the time still goes by slowly.

Even if I do manage a bit of walking, like when we make a few stops while on trips to Louisville, I pay for it  dearly. We make the most of the trips, well, I don’t make as much of it as I once did. Just getting my ‘land legs’ again after I’ve been in the car is a real pain, and not just physically, because now I look like an old lady when I walk.

And I am treated like one.

I don’t mind a little respect, but that doesn’t come often. Once again, a nurse in a doctor’s office came on with my test schedule the other day with a “Here ya go, Sweetheart”. As brightly as I could muster, I countered with a “Why, thank you, Darling!”

She stopped with a nervous laugh.

I may have had to give up my sandals, but haven’t had to give up my dignity. I may have trouble with walking, but not with my wit.

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About Tonette Joyce

Tonette was a once-fledgling lyricists-bookkeeper, turned cook/baker/restaurateur and is now exploring different writing venues,(with a stage play recently completed). She has had poetry and nonfiction articles published in the last few years. Tonette has been married to her only serious boyfriend for more than thirty years and she is, as one person described her, family-oriented almost to a fault. Never mind how others have described her, she is,(shall we say), a sometime traditionalist of eclectic tastes.She has another blog : "Tonette Joyce:Food,Friends,Family" here at WordPress.She and guests share tips and recipes for easy entertaining and helps people to be ready for almost anything.
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10 Responses to Walk the Walk, Talk the Talk

  1. Jeff Salter says:

    Walking, hiking, climbing, etc. are among the many things I’ve had to give up.
    Believe it or not, I used to be an avid golfer… but I had to give that up because of my shoulders and back… well before my hips and feet prevented it.
    As for the overly “familiar” names like honey, sweetie, and darling — that we all hear in places from fast food to bank windows — I guess I’m in a minority, because it doesn’t bother me. I know it doesn’t mean anything (as they use it to address me, anyway) and I like those terms better than something more specifically descriptive, like “old man.” LOL

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    • I found that it only happened since I started really looking older; they are being condescending, and I hate it. I won’t stand for it. It is especially bad with nurses, because the ones who do that are not taking you seriously. I o not get that from the real nurses in hospitals, but some of the practical nurses or CNAs will. Clerks, business people try to pawn pull wool over my eyes , treating me like a little old lady while “Sweethearing” me. NOPE; they get put in their place.

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  2. In The South, it’s common for everyone born and raised down here to call everyone by those endearing names. It doesn’t bother me anymore since I’ve learned it to be part of the culture. But when I first came to The South, and a clerk called me honey (in my 40s at the time), I looked up at her and said, “Do I know you?” She replied, “I don’t think so.” I responded, “Oh. That’s funny. I thought I did since you used such an intimate name for me.”

    Got the barn-owl-blink. LOL So I walked off, leaving her to think about it.

    Isn’t it great that while our health may decline with the years, our wit increases? 🙂

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    • That isn’t the case, Sharon. This part of KY is more midwestern than southern and endearing anything doesn’t come naturally to the Locals; they have often been cold and downright rude. Other ‘Brought-ins’ will say, “I thought we were supposed to have southern hospitality!” Fortunately, new blood and the younger generations have made things easier here.
      The Owl-Blinks are still common among the older crowd; they have no sense of humor, either.
      Nope, the “Sweethearts” have only started in the last few years, since I have really aged.The “Young Ladys” started a few years earlier, like when I had my grandson in Scouts or other activities.The men do that to me. Again, NOPE.

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  3. Patricia Kiyono says:

    I’m so sorry about your frustrations. I hope you have pleasant memories of the places you’ve been.

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  4. Darling, haha. Good for you on that. It’s one thing if the person talks to everyone like that but if you believe it’s more of an age related issue then good for you!
    Walking indoors is boring. I do it in the winter and makebthebtime go slightly faster by taking a laser pointer, walking through the house, and then I have my cats chasing it and walking with me.

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  5. trishafaye says:

    Oh yes, the changes I’m starting to see in my life! And finding out that a short afternoon catnap is not a luxury, it’s a necessity. I get it in perspective when I grumble a bit to my mom and her only reply is, “Just give it 20 years!” Makes me feel a little younger – despite the creaky joints.

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    • Oh, Trisha, I understand! I went on 3 1/2-4 hours sleep for many years but now, there is no way I can do that. Forget pulling an all-nighter! Bless your mother’s heart! Enjoy every moment with her, talk about family and old pictures. You’ll be glad.
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