Sometimes Ya Hafta Look Hard at a Person

Two weeks ago, I decided that watching “On Golden Pond” was a better choice than doing my taxes or for that matter, cleaning my toilet.

I’ve only watched that film a bazillion or so times, but that day was “tax day” for me and I needed to watch it one more time before I could do my yearly tax tantrum and organize myself.

You know the tantrum.

The one that each of us does every spring in preparation for that time of year when we sit in front of a stack of papers and break out in a cold sweat wondering if our new born child’s (or grandchild’s) future has to be ransomed to pay the government even more money, or if (per chance) we’ve actually fed the beast enough to break even for the year.

So I asked myself, “Prepare my taxes or watch ‘On Golden Pond’?”

Such a dilemma.

At the time, cleaning my toilet sounded more enticing than sitting down and organizing my shoe box full of tax documents, but watching “On Golden Pond” seemed the more pleasant of the two, so “On Golden Pond” it was!

And watch I did with a mixture of pleasure and disquieting nostalgia.

From the opening scene of the summer sun sparkling on the lake with wailing echoes of a loon and its mate in the background, to the closing credits with the autumnal sun setting on a lake much colder and foreboding of winter months to come, I found myself transported – transported home to the Adirondack Mts of upstate New York and a time period I willingly (and at other times, not so willingly) traveled.

I wish I could say it reminded me of a simpler life; a life filled with special fishing adventures and diving lessons carefully taught by a loving, involved care-taker, like Billy, Jr. from the movie. But, life wasn’t that idyllic for me at age 13.

I had responsibilities and younger siblings to take care of – there was no time for fishing or boating or leisure reading and discussion of “Treasure Island” or “Swiss Family Robinson”.

Mom had to work and I had to help her help us. There were dinners to prepare and hung laundry to take down and fold. There were floors that needed mopping and diapers that needed changing; and on those rare occasions that we’d head-on up to “the lake” for a quick evening dip or Sunday afternoon swim, I remember the feel of the sand slowly oozing through my toes; and the cool, fresh mountain air that came from unpolluted Adirondack lakes and how the setting sun sparkled on the waves lapping at my feet, as I solemnly gazed across the lake.

They were special times. Carefree times. Times that came infrequently, but times that I cherished and fondly remember.

When I was younger, I was drawn time and time again to the movie’s physical location and the film’s portrayal of the relationships with the Thayer’s and Billy, Jr., their 13 year-old summer charge.

Over the years, though, I eventually found myself drawn to Norman’s and Ethel’s relationship.

Norman, the retired, witty college professor – staunch disciplinarian – highly regarded teacher and husband. Ethel, Norman’s happy, out-going wife who is several years his junior – grounded in her identity, but deferential to Norman’s “larger than life” personality and opinions.

Each different in personality and psychological make-up, but each suited to each other to make each other whole; to make each other “safe”….

Norman’s “flirtation with senility” in the opening scenes of the movie when he goes berry picking and finds himself lost on his property really hit an emotional chord with me; really made me wonder if I, like Norman, was “flirting with senility” at a much earlier age than he.

Like Norman, I find the comfort of my partner safe and validating when I find myself outside of “my bubble” and overwhelmed with life’s demands. It is she that brings me “home, again”, and she that calms my fears when the world is spinning and everything seems undoable.

And like Norman, I sometimes find myself “yelling at life” and wondering how the hell I got so old, and then I remembered what Ethel lovingly told Billy after Norman yelled at him for putting out the fire that Norman accidentally started one evening in the living room when he attempted to start a fire in the cabin’s fire place…..

“Billy,” she gently begins.

Sometimes ya hafta look hard at a person and remember that he’s doing the best he can. He’s just trying to find his way – that’s all. Just like you.”

Yep.

That’s me these days – gracefully (and some days not so gracefully) “trying to find my way” as I sail through some rough seas and other days, calm seas – as the Captain of this ship we call aging.

I’m older, fatter, grayer and not so nimble in my dancing shoes these days, but it’s ok. I’m also wiser, more content, definitely “gayer”, and more importantly – I’m alive and evolving – and becoming more and more my authentic self every day.

I may not be “fully evolved”, yet, but I believe in Aibeleen Clark’s statement from the book, “The Help”, that “I is smart. I is kind. And I is important.”

And on those days I’m not feeling so kind and so smart and so important, I have my Princess to remind me that I am.

(And on those days that I’m feeling too smart and too important and too full of myself, I also have my Princess to remind me that I am….)

May each of you be blessed with a special someone in your life that reminds you, that, “You is smart. You is kind. And you is important.”

Have a great day, People, and I’ll catch you the next time, looking at life from my shoes!

 

 

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Lucie

After much encouragement and prodding by family, friends and professionals, I (a former Special ed. teacher and consultant from Northern Ca., who recently moved to the Olympic Peninsula of WA.) decided to take my FACEBOOK postings on my silly life with my life partner and 2 wacky cats and share them with a broader audience. I sincerley hope that I can bring a chuckle or two to all who enter my world when you read my blog. (Now let's hope that I can muster enough competence to figure out how to use this site in a reasonably competent fashion, so that I still have fun writing and others can actually "find me"!!!!) I wish all who enter "Lucie's World" much joy and laughter and ask that if I've touch your life in any way and made you giggle or smile, that you "pay it forward" for the week and share a moment or two of laughter with someone that you care about....

21 thoughts on “Sometimes Ya Hafta Look Hard at a Person”

  1. Bonjour LUCIE

    Quelle est belle notre amitié
    Elle est pure
    Elle est un lien
    Mon amitié ignore les indifférences
    Elle n’est qu’un charme d’un verbe aimer
    Elle éveille le sens de la bonté
    Elle supporte la charité
    Mon amitié est un charme que du verbe aimer
    Mon amitié est faite de sincérité
    Belle journée et belle fin de semaine
    Bises , Bernard

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    1. Bonjour Bernard! Your comments on Elisabeth’s page were so sweet, but I have to tell you – I only took 2 years of high school French and failed my second year! Can’t write it at all and barely remember half of the vocabulary…..did better when I actually went to France. Easier for me to understand it while I was actually there….too many years have gone by. Thank you so much for dropping by and reading me, though. You’re so sweet….. Lucie 🙂

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  2. I thoroughly enjoyed this more serious post accented with humor, Lucie. You touched on the anxieties all of us have from time to time as we age and the comfort of having someone to rely on during those times. I think most everyone at any age can relate to evolving and becoming more authentic, your apt words for the process of maturing. And I think the process speeds up after about age 55. I am more authentically myself than I’ve ever been. Thank you for giving me cause to reflect and be grateful today.

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    1. Thanks, J!! (And I think your comment about “the process SPEEDING UP after 55” is dead on!!! I hear that “tock clicking” much louder than past years….oh well, at least I can still HEAR it ticking!) Catch ya later, Gator! 🙂

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  3. You make me think. Not many people have that affect on me. I too find myself longing for a simpler existence, coupled with a hope that the one I chose more than 20 years ago will return to choosing me, continue to fight that ‘when will this whole thing get better’ feeling.

    You’re doing well, old lady.

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    1. Well, I’m glad I make you think, Steve! Hopefully, “the old lady” still has a little bit of the “teacher” left in me….sending you hugs and love as you muddle your way through this thing we call life… ❤

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  4. Hi Lucie
    I hafta fess up and I am embarrassed to because I haven’t watched On Golden Pond. I will vow to you now that I will search Netflix and put it to the top of the list of movies to watch. This is a lovely story, I tried to imagine your Adirondack Lake and gosh you certainly had a lot on your plate for a 13 year old. Clearly you got it done Lucie and have emerged as a very beautiful person with an wonderfully infectious sense of humour. I will get back to you re On Golden Pond, looking forward to watching it.
    Once again mate I thoroughly enjoyed your story, and where it takes me.
    Cheers from
    Annie in Australia 🌞 🌴 🌊

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    1. Well you SHOULD be embarrassed, Annie!!! :)p (Just teasing!!!) I think you’d like it, Kiddo. It’s a beautiful, poignant film – funny one minute and profound the next. Let me know what you think!

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    1. It is, Betsy (when its not super cold and cloudy!) The Adirondacks are pretty spectacular , but I don’t regret moving away……was too, too extreme in temperature for moi! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!!!

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