It’s as if someone left the lid off the crazy bottle lately and little demons are spilling out all over. Evidently I completely missed a life or death battle next door last night. True, the person who related the story to me is a bit given to drama – if he was really being chased around the yard by an angry woman with a shovel, would I not have seen that? Sigh. We have two adjoining houses in the oneacrewoods. We’ve rented out the second house ever since my parents stopped coming down in the winter. I would say that probably 75% of the renters have been people we enjoyed having next door. The other 25% have given us some bizarre stories to tell. I have come to understand that this is all part of being a landlord and no matter how careful one tries to be, situations change, things happen. The ideal appearing applicant is still a human being with life problems and things can go crazy down the road. I wonder if the message I see in all the recent events is that it’s time to make life a little less complicated. Simplification can be a beautiful, freeing thing and I might be ready for some of that. What am I going to want to put up with in five years? ten years? or, for instance, when I’m 90? This week I went to visit the 90 year old lady, living by herself, who needed some help dealing with her security company (read about it here) . We were able to solve that problem without too much trouble, but I became aware of other problems that come with age and limited mobility. After we cleared a place off at the table where months of mail was stacked, our conversation turned to how she hadn’t eaten much that day and wished she had a complete food for herself like she did for her dog. Some sort of pelletized people food would be ideal. She still drives her truck to the store for milk but she admitted that it was getting a little scary. And yet she hesitated at my offer of help. Her mind knows she is not taking good care of herself but her body makes it hard for her to do any better. We are all getting older and we need to watch out for each other and help each other when we can. I’m just saying, who do you know who needs some looking after? Food for thought.
aging / compassion / coping / relationships