Wore my hearing aids and headed for lunch and a lecture on Closet Downsizing and Organization, not at Gordon College but a nearby retirement complex, Brooksby Village( a misnomer). Once inside, a quick look confirmed what I’ve known statistically, widows exceed widowers. No wonder Jesus said, “don’t forget widows and orphans.” There are so many.
At our table sat four widows, one widower and one widow’s son, who’d come to lunch with his mom and check out the village. I heard from most a willingness to leave larger homes or condos for the company of others. Loneliness spreads like a disease in our culture, especially among the elderly. You can get knees, shoulders, teeth, hips replaced but there’s no substitute for that one person you never wanted to live without. And now, you do.
The presenter from Home Transition Resource delivered tip #1: the 80/20 rule. “Eighty percent of the time we wear only 20% of what’s in our closets.” Made me think I should’ve hauled a few more bags to church for the Syrian refugees.
Of the many organizational tips, I’ll share two more:
#2 “Clutter comes from delayed decisions.” Well, I’ve been blaming it on my personality type, an INFP on the Myers-Briggs test. The P is a possibility thinker, which leaves a lot of room for delayed decisions. Good thing I married an INTJ, who knew how to choose. Jud picked me. Does true love ever make sense?
2. “Use a tackle box for storing your jewelry.” Did I sense Jud’s laugh?!
Lunched and learned. We all age differently. I met no one with whom I would not wish to share another meal or organizational class. Good to learn.
Left knowing, I’m no longer on the far side of middle age but the younger side of old. My next stop confirmed I’m old : Sports Medicine North, an appointment with a shoulder specialist. Appears that last Friday night, when our Bible study group gathered at the perch, I pulled something when I lifted a full kettle of boiling water.
Diagnosis after preliminary x-rays, “profound weakness.” Insulting and informative. Who doesn’t want to be profound at something. You know, “having profound insight or knowledge.” Makes me thankful I no longer have to send out a resume and include “profound weakness.” Truth in advertising. While it’s a humbling diagnosis, I’ve been called worse.
Next week, an MRI to see if I have a torn rotator cuff. I’ve always connected that injury with major league pitchers. I’m finally linked with athletes, by default. My fault.
To cushion my pain and gain perspective, I took my Bible and read,
“Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees.” Hebrews 12;12a Sounds like a challenge from the BMW.
Then God showed up with comforting truth, wrapping me and all who suffer in body, mind or spirit with these familiar words, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” II Corinthians 12:9
Hope for the heart.
Tylenol for my shoulder.
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