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I know there are shallow, silly women, but I often  meet  another kind, such as two ladies from the aptly-named waiting room of the eye clinic.

 

Lady No. 1: Who knows who spoke first or what was said. We are women. We talk. After the usual medical exchanges she mentioned she worked at the police department.

 

“What do you do?” I asked.

 

“Work cold cases.”

 

“Are you a detective?” Somehow it didn’t seem a strange question to be asking a woman in her sixties or seventies.

 

“No, I volunteer.”

 

“It must be very interesting,” I said, truly intrigued.

 

“Gory,” she corrected.

 

I’m sure her work could be gory, but I felt her one-word answer masked considerable satisfaction, especially when she contributes to solving a case, bringing answers to a family waiting for years. So if you are a senior volunteer, obviously there is more to do out there than stuffing envelopes. Who knew? Assignments such as hers are probably rare, so “gory” might be as good as porcupine quills in protecting your turf.

 

Lady No. 2:  She balanced a laptop on her knees, and  turned to ask me which kind of diabetes she must have. After a few questions, I told her Type 2. Then she remembered. She had brought her own laptop, but was apparently filling out forms for the clinic. Five minutes later I knew she was having lasik surgery and throwing away her glasses, that she had lost forty pounds with a trainer and sheer will power to bring her diabetes and cholesterol in line. And by the way, that she was diagnosed with MS as a teen. She knew little about the disease, even at what I would guess was age forty. Her doctor said she was so high strung she was better off not thinking about that, but taking things as they come. She was bubbly and cheerful and had obviously taken his advice.

 

She checked her emails, then smiles at the man walking to sit beside her.

 

“You just texted me!” He was communicating from another place in the building.

 

A few minutes later she squealed, showed something on her laptop screen to an office worker.

 

“Not bad,” she said as she sat back down. “I went on the clinic website and found a $200 discount!”

 

That is a woman who knows how to live!

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photosgag-0091.jpgphotosgag-0031.jpghawkpics-0161.jpgJerry and I both medaled in the Golden Age Games in Sanford, FL this week, he in golf, I in photography. I hardly broke a sweat, but again have plans to be ready for bench-pressing next year.

Sanford is the site of the original Golden Age Olympics (later changed to Golden Age Games) 33 years ago. It has grown to state and national competition. This week Seniors are hurling discus, throwing javelin, pumping iron, cycling, swimming, running and scores of other feats of athleticism. Most of the competitors are serious and train year round for the events. But they are quick to encourage newbies to give it a try. For those burned out on professional cry babies and steroid pumped athletes, you might enjoy seeing what raw sports competition is really about. You see it in Pee Wee games and you see it here. When Jerry entered bench-press about ten years ago I came away invigorated by the camaraderie and drive of the competitors. One would cheer and encourage another, then give his all to beat him out of the gold medal. I say “he” but include women in this, too. They were all amazing.

My “training” routine was exhaustive, too. I spent weeks searching for the proper mats and frames, then days printing, taping, stapling, applying stickers, etc. And then the doubts set in. Who do I think I am? I just snap pictures. Those other seniors probably have lenses so long they couldn’t lift them without weight training. I have this stubby little protrusion on front of the camera. Lens envy, that’s what I have plenty of. The desire to share the photos I love overcame stage fright and this is the result:

Two third and two first place ribbons out of seven entries. The masthead scene above won a third place as did my giant swallowtail butterfly. A shot of our granddaughter came in first in portraits. I understand the judge had a hard time deciding between the two grands, so I consider them both winners. Oh, and the biggie: A first and Best of Show for the photo on this blog of a red-shouldered hawk and squirrel. Best of Show! I feel like a German Shephard.

Now I’m off to pump iron. Next year, for sure.

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