I awoke to two inches of sticky new snow on the ground -- and car. It was pretty but -- jez-louise, last Saturday was the first day of spring! It disappeared by late afternoon and maybe we won't see any more.
I was out bright and early, brushing the snow off the car and on my way to take part, at the invitation of the teacher, in a sociology class at the community college. Three other senior women are also participating in two classes this week and two next week. We are vocal and thoughtful bunch with more to say, I think, than the teacher was prepared for as she went through her power point presentation about myths about aging. We all have actively thought about the aging process and are eager to dispel the myths with anecdotes and personal learnings. I watch the students who seem like pebbles in a stream of words, I have a feeling very little is penetrating, I doubt they're being enlightened. The teacher's specialty is gerontology so I don't think she had much to learn either. In short I think it's a futile exercise but perhaps I'm wrong, perhaps a few of the students will retain something if only a picture of four women over 60 who have thought about the subject.
Later in the day, in a short story class with all seniors, the subject of obituaries came up as one story was called "Obit". A very spirited exchange included some people wishing obits would show reasonably current photos of the deceased instead of ones that were obviously taken 30 or so years earlier; others felt they would prefer their own obits to have younger photos. I think I'm in the latter category. The photo on this blog, I admit, is about 15 years old and I haven't had a photo taken in most of that time that I would choose to use in its place. My favorite photo is from 1996 and I'd definitely prefer it in an obit. If I manage to live another 20 or so years, no doubt I'll look back at later photos [maybe something that will be taken in the next year or two] that will look very acceptable to me from that perspective.
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