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La tercera edad
On my way home I stopped in Gilroy to get a pair of black
shoes—my usual, casual and comfortable and versatile Rockports. I know where
the store is in the outlet center; it’s an easy off and on.
When I came to the counter to make my purchase them, the
attendant asked, “Was there someone helping you?”
“No.”
“Would you like another pair at 40% off?
“No, thanks.”
“You are eligible for a discount if you are member of AAA or
AARP.”
“I’m a member of AAA.” (Did she just say a member of AARP?)
Into my late twenties, I was carded. I found it as both
compliment and an annoyance. When I got into my 30s I considered it was false
flattery. I don’t remember when finally cashiers and barmaids stopped asking
for my ID but it was uneventful. Not that that signaled my arrival into
adulthood, but suddenly the carding stopped—no need for ID for beer or wine or
alcohol.
“Sir, your purchase is one dollar short to be eligible for a
$15 discount from AAA.”
“Yes….” (AARP. AARP. Really?)
“Would you like to buy something else?”
“I don’t need anything else.” (It’s my gray hair or my wrinkles….)
“If you buy a pair of socks, it will be less than if you don’t. Would you like a pair of socks?”
“Let me see. ” (AARP?
I don’t feel old.)
I chose a pair of black socks. I look at myself in the
mirror behind the counter and squint to see the value of my hair.
“Thank you sir. You have a good evening.”
“Thank you. You’ve been very kind.”
That weekend Robert
was kidding with me. “Hector, your gray hair is catching up to me.”
“That’s OK, Robert. I
am not vain.” I quipped.
I hold my vanity
tightly like a crutch. And now I am ushered into the third age by a stranger.
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keep this coupon
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And what will you do with your one precious life?
While planning with Kristen for our trip to China she
mentioned that D had resigned as of December to take care decision for her
mother but largely to pursue he devotion to Buddhism which brought her
presently to South Asia. Kristen feels her absence. I feel wistful longing for the freedom she has to
pursue her passion and work on her interior life. And what will you do with your one precious life? Mary Oliver says. And so what keeps me from
following my deepest desire? Fear. Security.
But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very
night your soul will be required of you; and now who will own what you
have stored away?’ So is the man who stores up material treasures for himself, but is not
rich with God.” Lk. 12:20-21
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