The Generations Gaps and Gasp

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I frequent Savers (a hip thrift store) because I love their merchandise and their merchandising. They hold a 30%-off sale every Tuesday for those over 55. I love it. The best day of the week is Tuesday. Most of the time.

So since September 30th, most Saver employees have dressed in Halloween costumes to promote their gargantuan Halloween costumes collection.  Cute stuff!  I had gotten used to the clerk dressed as a baby doll or the Monster-Mash checker.

I was lusting after some  copper earrings in the display case. The sales clerk came over to answer any questions.

“Won’t you be glad when Halloween finally gets here?  So you can quit dressing in those audacious get-ups?” I asked her, trying to create rapport with pleasant chit chat. I thought she was creating a  Rosie-the-Riveter statement from WWII days.

“I always dress like this. I’m a rocka-billy,” she replied. Would that the floor would have opened and I could escape undetected.  My hearing is such that I’m not even sure she said rocka-billy.

Ohh, the angst. I’m not even sure when I’m insulting people.

Mothers and Daughters and Seeking a Geographical Cure

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I was a good mother. I know I was. But consult my adult daughter, mother of four adorable kids, aged three to thirteen. Whom I next-to-never see.  If I’m around, she can’t  breathe without reminding anyone nearby how lacking in mothering skills I was. Was I really that poor a mother?  A couple years ago, I began to doubt her double-barreled  guilting. Thanks be to God.

It is difficult info to absorb that much dissing on a regular basis. Veerrrry difficult.  So I took the easy way out and moved to another state.  I know what you’re thinking. A geographical cure never works! Wherever you go, there you are.  But so far, it’s working for me.

New Mexico, land of Enchantment, spirituality and New Age thinking. I love it here. Mystical experiences abound.  Every fourth denizen has had visions or at least, hallucinations.  Many eschew shaving, dying hair, deodorant, etc.

I hear there’s even NEW THOUGHT that white hair is in. I don’t buy it, however.

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I just don’t go there. Unless your face can launch a thousand ships, white hair doesn’t enhance anything but fringe on a couch.

Albuquerque is a retirement haven with seven, count ’em, seven senior centers offering classes in everything from osteoporosis to safe sex for seniors.

There’s beauty in almost any direction and geographical setting.  Striking golden cottonwoods, the Rio Grande, the Jemez Mountains.  And weirdest of the weird? Santa Fe.

But these folks are my kind of people. Tolerant, forgiving, mostly educated, artistic, and old.