The Changing Landscape of Our Lives

As I approach my seventieth birthday, I find myself reflecting upon the things that I always took for granted that have now become so much more important in my life.  And they are very different from what they were just five or ten years ago.  For starters, there’s my health—or what’s left of it.  Don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining.  My blood pressure is steady at around 120 over 75 (with medication, of course; that regimen began about fifteen years ago).  Pulse?  Around 64 (unless I try to jog a block or two, then all bets are off).  Weight?  Don’t ask!  There’s a little bit of double vision—a reminder of two detached retina surgeries—but I’m still 20/20 with my glasses on (which is every minute of every day).  The peripheral neuropathy in my feet—gifted to me on my sixty fifth birthday—causes me to stumble occasionally when I’m fly fishing, but at least I can still fly fish.  So maybe the health’s not so good, but at least I have it.

That brings me to friends.  When we’re young, we think we’ll never run out of friends.  But as we age, that begins to change.  We grow closer to some—and farther away from others.  Our circles tighten.  Over the last five or ten years, I have lost so many friends that I’ve begun to lose count.  Some have been claimed by the Grim Reaper, but others have simply faded away.  They’ve moved to be closer to their extended families.  Gradually, the emails become fewer, the phone calls more awkward and forced, and before long they’re simply gone.  I always knew it happened to others; I just didn’t know it would happen to me.

But I’ve made new friends—different kinds of friends. Not long after the neuropathy struck, I joined a gym (we have a little clique).  Sure, we do a lot more talking than exercising, but the results are just as impressive.  It’s our mental health we’re maintaining now, and, Lord knows there’s nothing better than camaraderie for keeping the spirits up.  Instead of bragging about our golf or tennis game, we compare pictures of our grandkids—or exchange recipes.  The men tell lies about their college days and their athletic accomplishments; the women exaggerate about those of their grandchildren.  But it’s all good.

Material possessions are becoming—in the words of most of my friends—“a real pain in the ass.”  I find myself wondering who’ll get stuck throwing out all the “stuff” I’ve collected, after I’m gone.  We treasure old pickup trucks, or a lawnmower we’ve had since “I can’t remember when.”  Instead of buying new golf clubs, or a new fishing rod, we purchase fancy cooking implements—or a Dremel tool.  And nothing is ever discarded.  Amateur hoarders: that’s what we are—at least it seems that way.

But the most important thing in my life now is my family.  My wife and I have been married for nearly thirty four years, and I wouldn’t change a thing.  We have a granddaughter, and we check our emails and text messages every day for a new picture of our little treasurer.  We count the days till the next visit.  I talk to my brother more often, and my wife to her sister, and we really listen to what they have to say.  There’s a comfort in just knowing that the other is there—somewhere within reach of a phone call, or an email.  My wife and I actually eat lunch together.  We watch Wheel of Fortune, as we enjoy our dinner at the island in the kitchen.  We play card games—and watch a lot of movies, side-by-side on our double recliner.  Yes, the landscape is definitely changing.   But we’re lucky.  The view is magnificent.  We have a front row seat in a world that is as wonderful as we choose it to be.

Take it from me: live every day to the fullest.  Treasure the small things in life: the changing weather, the flowers, the emails, the pictures, and most of all your family.  Call them.  Tell them you love them.  In the end, it’s the little things that count the most in life.  They’re what make it worth living.

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About AuthorJoePerroneJr

I am a former professional fly-fishing guide, and I write the Matt Davis Mystery Series, which presently consists of four books: As the Twig is Bent, Opening Day, Twice Bitten, and Broken Promises. The series is set in the real town of Roscoe, NY, in the Catskill Mountains, where I guided for ten years. I love fly fishing, movies, cooking (and eating), and music. To learn more about me and my writing, please visit my website at: http://www.joeperronejr.com.
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6 Responses to The Changing Landscape of Our Lives

  1. I loved reading this post. Life is constant change. That’s what keeps us going. Some of it is good, some not so good. Either way, it is what we have to experience each and every day. Yes, in my aging years, my world has changed greatly also. Like you, I’m most grateful for my ability to still think and know what I am doing (most of the time). I’m also grateful that my health has held steady for all these years. My family is mostly with God, so I probably focus upon God as my companion a little more than most. I have no pets. I have no television. Both by choice. Music and writing fill my world to fullness. The greatest of all is that I have felt love on many levels. That’s what I want to take with me here and beyond. Smiles! So glad you, Becky, and I have become friends. Enjoying every minute of it.

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  2. Matt says:

    Nicely written. Look forward to seeing you soon (as does your Granddaughter).

    As far as your “stuff”, you can unload half of your vinyls this way 🙂

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  3. Jane Raffo Nocella says:

    Every word you wrote is absolutely true! I could have written this post….certainly not as well as you have . . . but with the same sentiments. I have lost 5 people who were so much a part of my life in the past 3 months. I recently had a friend tell me that it’s dangerous these days being my friend. She was joking . . . at least I hope so! With regard to our “stuff”, I think most of ours will be on Ebay or the curb! Our kids have too much of their own!

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  4. Bill says:

    My friend, we seem to be walking on parallel paths. A nice path is is too. This stage of life is difficult or even impossible to explain to those who are not in this stage – especially our kids.

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