Lots of interesting stuff in Saturday's Times magazine yesterday. Plenty of food for thought. But the article I have chosen is one about getting old. Getting old means 'Pushing a Boulder up a hill' - it gets harder and harder to do and eventually we give up and as soon as we give in and step aside the boulder rolls away down the hill and we can never catch it again. I thought it a perfect description - some days that boulder takes some holding where it is, let alone pushing it uphill. But it is still important to me to keep trying. Something to do with still enjoying life I think. And one of the major things that makes me still enjoy life is this very thing - still being in constant touch with all of you around the world.
For example I spoke in my post a couple of days ago about the Eskimo and I called him an Inuit. Rachel queried this and asked why I had used this word and mentioned Red (Hiawathas House) who had taught up there in the far North. She suggested I asked him so I did and got an immediate interesting reply. Next to being in the same room as him this has got to be the next best thing don't you think?
When we look at photographs of ourselves when we were young we can still recognise vestiges of ourselves - in my case my fringe - I have always had a fringe of some kind throughout my life - I would be lost without it. This is often not true when we look at photographs of others. A friend mentioned the other day looking at a photograph of the yound John Wayne and as he was as an old man - she couldn't see the young man in the old face.
Had he had it 'doctored'? Quite likely I guess or maybe not - maybe content to develop into the rugged look. Because it is the face we look at first isn't it? Coco Chanel said , Nature gives you the face you have at twenty but at 50 you have the face you deserve.
So as we push the boulder up the hill, do we just carry on regardless or do we also try to keep up appearances, do we dress with care, try to some extent to keep up with fashion trends or do we just collapse in a slough of despond and 'wear the bottom of our trousers rolled' as Jenny Joseph famously said?