I noticed the elderly man at the store today for a couple of reasons. (And when I say "elderly" I mean late-late 80's, NOT 57 as one blogger wrote recently! Sheesh! Of course, maybe even 80-year-olds do not FEEL elderly, what do I know?)
He was passing the end of an aisle and all I could see at first was him with his hand pulling the cart behind him. I noticed him because usually you would see the cart first and then a person pushing it. He shuffled along, then came the cart, then came his wife hanging on to the cart handle.
What made me smile was his determined gait and how one of her hands reached out to the pretty Easter holiday items at the end of the store aisle. She clearly wanted to stop but could not because she had to hold onto the cart. It wasn't mean of him, he may not have even known her desire. I did not hear any verbal exchange between them.
I smiled because I recognized myself. I want, want, want as we walk through a store. Even Walmart makes me want stuff. I want to touch the silly pastel baskets with fur along the edges. Why? No reason. My eyes linger on the sparkles and the summer beach dishes. Who needs special shiny bright colored bowls for the pool area when you don't have a pool?
The picture of these two also stays with me because I want that. I want to be shuffling along with my husband when we are very old. I am more aware of that desire since my mom passed. At night I will sometimes lie very still and make sure I hear him breathing next to me. Snoring is a beautiful thing.
We are not even in our 60's yet so I shouldn't be allowing my mind to wander down this road, but it gets away from me every once in a while. Don't tell me not to worry and it's a long way away or God will take care of me. I know all of that. Facts are facts and stuff happens.
When we shop at the grocery store, he has the cart and I go off gathering things while he is busy reading labels and figuring out individual unit pricing. When I get bored with the lack of movement I will wander over to the pretty things and then we will use our cells to meet up again near the yogurt section. I hate food shopping, but he is really good at it.
So we are not at the shuffling, cart pulling, pushing stage just yet.Pin It Like this? Don't forget to SHARE...