Ever have one of those days? You know the kind: you start out with one thing in mind and end up doing quite something else. So here’s my story. This morning I went to a certain big box store to get some packing bubbles to wrap my Singer Featherweight sewing machine for shipping to be cleaned and serviced. Yes, that means it’s older than dirt. It was my mother’s wedding present from my grandmother, but what can I say? It’s aged well.
To get to the packing bubbles I had to enter past the garden shop, then while I was inside I thought I might as well get cat food. No, not for me! I have 4 cats. I only have 4, not really enough to make me a crazy cat lady. I came home with packing bubbles, cat food, sundry office supplies, herb and vegetable plants, and a bag of grass seed. It sounds like a bit of a senior moment, doesn’t it? Actually I got things that have been on my list for several weeks, and nothing more, so it really wasn’t as bad a trip as I’m making it out to be.
Of course, to pot the vegetables so the critters can’t eat them at ground level I needed potting soil, and the big box store didn’t have the kind I liked. I went home, had lunch, then went to the big box lumber store since it’s right by the gas station and I needed gas as well as nice potting soil. I came home with both, plus a few more plants and some terra cotta pots. No, this blog post wasn’t happening. The weather was beautiful and I had all those new little plants just waiting to get out of their crowded little pots and into a better environment. It was supposed to thunderstorm in the late afternoon, so the internet would just have to wait.
Now I’m writing this and thinking about the wisdom and purpose in aging well. To tell you the truth, I think planting and growing your own food counts as aging well. Being out in the fresh air and enjoying life is aging well. Feeling content with simply being is aging well. Did I do everything I set out to do? Well, no. The sewing machine is still upstairs, not packaged or shipped. On the bright side, I haven’t forgotten it. My memory’s not that bad yet. My plants are happy, watered by the rain, and I’m contentedly tired. It’s been a great day. This is aging well.