Myrna had been waking up at sunrise her whole life, or at least since she started school at age 5. That was 75 years ago. Even now she could recall her mother calling her downstairs for Oatmeal, orange juice, and toast for breakfast. Myrna was expected to either hang out laundry or fold laundry before she left with her siblings for the one-room schoolhouse at the end of town. Life was simple then. At 80, it was simple again.
Myrna’s sons, ages 55 and 57, were more like friends to her now than children. My goodness, they were approaching retirement! Where did the time go. Myrna determined to call each of them after she had her morning coffee and opened up the house to the morning sunshine and birdsong.
At 9am, Monday through Friday, Myrna got on her pedal trike and headed to the senior center for morning yoga. She’d been doing yoga for 30 years now. It kept her limber, and she had developed some wonderful friendships with her yoga mates. They rode their bikes on the bike trail together. Whenever returns were due, Myrna brought her bag with loaned library returns of books, DVDs, and music CDs to drop off after yoga.
Every Wednesday, Myrna volunteered at the library, with other volunteers with time on their hands. The librarians were always so appreciative for the time of the volunteers and said they doubted the library could stay open so many hours a week without their help.
Every Friday night, Myrna’s friend, Sally, who had just turned 70, would pick Myrna up for bingo. Myrna and Sally volunteered at the bingo hall’s concession stand, in exchange for bingo cards for Saturday afternoons. Sally had a great sense of humor, one that matched Myrna’s, and the two had the best of fun whenever they spent time together.
Myrna also enjoyed riding her trike to the state park nearby, which had an extensive trail system. She met up with her friends at the park and they would walk a good couple of miles each time.
Myrna’s sons came over for dinner at least twice a week, and randomly dropped in on their ways home from work. Their lives with their families were winding down more now that their children were out of college and living elsewhere, so this gave her sons opportunity to visit her more.
Myrna had been divorced for 40 years now. Some part of her always hoped a compatible soul mate would come into her world but as time went on she became more set in her ways, which made that possibility lessen. She enjoyed her freedom and lived a rich full life with her social activities, her writing, and her art.
Health matters were pesky more than anything. Arthritis made her joints swell and ache, which is why God created aspirin, ibuprofen, and heating pads. She’d had a whirlpool tub installed which worked wonders for her joints. Myrna received therapeutic massage religiously every 2 weeks, which kept her cells healthy and clear. She drank ½ cup of kombucha daily to keep her digestive system healthy. Myrna had an annual checkup at her doctor’s office. The doctor had stopped asking to refer Myrna for the “standard” tests like mammogram, colonoscopy, etc. as she had been refusing them for the past 30 and the doctor finally got the hint.
In the evenings Myrna listened to music for awhile, then she often turned on video reruns of old favorite television series. Most times she fell asleep while watching, covered in her warm, snuggly throw. When she woke up, she would toddle off to bed.
Michael is the host of Tale Weaver. Michael says:
My question this week is to task you in creating a tale about the opportunities/or not old age presents to you.