Yes, there are actually positives to getting old

You don’t become cooler with age, but you do care progressively less about being cool, which is the only true way to actually be cool. Call it the geezers paradox.

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I just want to make clear at the outset that I do not read Buzzfeed. I think it’s a garbage site run by garbage people. However, a site I do respect linked to an article written on Buzzfeed that quotes older folk about some of the positives of getting older. Here’s the link: People Over 60 Share The Things That Get Better Later In Life. I will admit, in spite of its source, that I found the article insightful.

Just be aware, if you click on the link, that it sends you to Buzzfeed.

If you chose not to click, basically the article is a list of 19 things that people 60+ years say they enjoy about being older.

Let’s not kid ourselves. Getting old is hard.

There is a saying attributed to Bette Davis, probably apocryphal, that getting older ain’t for wimps. And there certainly is a lot of truth to that. By age 60, our bodies are wearing out. Joints ache, vision gets worse, medical issues start to become urgent. We grow weaker with each passing year, and there’s only so much we can do about it. Our bodies suffer from something call “sarcopenia”. That’s the gradual loss of muscle and strength over time. You can strength train to slow the loss, but the loss will still occur. Even if you have strength trained your entire life, you will not be as strong at 60 as you were at 20.

And of course, we aren’t quite as sharp mentally as we used to be. We forget things (reading glasses anyone?) or have difficulty staying up on all the latest technology (what the hell is a Spotify?) or getting pissed off when they rearrange the grocery store.

And, of course, we are all too aware that we have more years behind us than we do in front of us.

So, there is no question that getting old can be a figurative and literal pain in the ass.

But there is a bright side.

But there are also a lot of compensations for those of us lucky enough to have reached our autumn years. That is why I found the article so interesting: many of the things other older timers mentioned are things I have come to realize myself.

I’m not going to go over every single point made in the article, but I do want to highlight a few that resonated with me.

1. “Clothes. The new rule is casual and comfortable, sometimes even tattered. Bras last for years now because I rarely wear them, and I haven’t bought anything new in a while. You can dress however you want. No one cares how you dress, and that makes me happy.”

When me and my buddies were in our late teens and early twenties, it was not uncommon to see an old man out working in his yard dressed in a button-down shirt, Bermuda shorts, black socks and black shoes. I’m not saying all the old-timers used to dress like that (for example, my dad never wore shorts), but it was not as rare as you might think.

And my friends and I used to laugh at them. Don’t they now how square they look? Now that I have attained old geezer status, I understand. If they were aware at all of how “uncool” they looked, they still didn’t give a shit! They were comfortable and they could not have cared less what we youngsters thought. Nowadays, I myself dress in stereotypical old-timer clothing: white New Balance tennis shoes, white ankle socks, khaki cargo shorts or blue jeans (depending on the weather), and a t-shirt. I am terminally un-hip, and I frankly don’t care.

6. “Anxiety. At least for me, I’ve gotten quite better at managing the anxiety of the unknown and keeping it in its rightful place.”

I don’t think it was getting older, per se, that helped me manage my anxiety better. Going to therapy, and being diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, led me on the path to gaining an understanding my anxiety and ways to treat it.

I do think that being an older man gave me the insight and wisdom to accept that I have a problem, and finding ways to keep it from spiraling out of control like it used to in my younger days.

7. “I spend way less money on crap I don’t need. That extra money is used for lots of travel, and I have more time to do exactly what I want. Sans enduring a few aches and pains and, of course, aging, I would definitely say the years beyond 60 are the BEST so far.”

Man, did this one hit home. Over the past couple of years, Mrs. Vintage and I have been methodically purging our home of all the excess crap we have accumulated over the years. It’s amazing how often we will ask each other why we bought all this shit. All that junk clutters up both the house and the mind. By that I mean we were aware of all the stuff we had, but we never used most of it, and didn’t know what to do with it all.

Now, before we buy anything more permanent than groceries, we ask ourselves, “do we really need this?”. And I’ll throw out a confession: for years I swore an oath that I would not use an e-reader to read books. Actual physical books are sacrosanct! Well, not so much it turns out. Digital books are usually cheaper, and don’t take up physical space. The only time I buy a real book is it’s one I really wish to include in my library.

8. “Knowing that you are fully formed. You don’t have to take on any more self-improvement projects, even though you surely can if you really want to. But I don’t need to improve my posture, my vocabulary, or my attitude; I can do whatever I want now. As long as I don’t fart in front of people, just leave me alone and let me do whatever it is I’m doing. And if I’m doing it wrong, don’t bother telling me! I’m most likely not going to get any better at it, and that’s okay with me.”

I came to realize this myself a few years ago. I even mentioned how I felt this way in one of my New Year’s blog posts (Happy New Year 2020). I’ve come to realize that, overall, I am a pretty decent guy and always have been. As a friend of mine stated, I’m a reasonably pleasant fellow. I haven’t murdered anybody or dealt crack out of a car. I was gainfully employed for most of my adult life, served my country for 30 years, and I helped raise two awesome daughters who far outshine their mom and dad. I’ll admit that I’m far from perfect, and I’m ok with that.

11. “Just the feeling of having survived for so long. You’re at ease whenever you do something. And when you tell stories about your life or how life was like growing up, people occasionally look at you in awe.”

A couple of years ago I was working over the winter at a golf course. There was a young man, let’s call him Jack, who was also employed at this course over the winter. Jack had recently graduated from Arizona State University with an engineering degree. Unfortunately, poor Jack’s final grade point average was not stellar, and as a result he was really struggling to gain employment in his field.

Ol’ MrVintageMan took young Jack under his wing and began mentoring him. I taught him how to improve his resume (never lie, but nothing says you have to tell the whole truth), suggested ways to make him more invaluable to a potential employer, and various ideas to shine despite his deficient GPA. Along the way, I regaled him with tales from my 30+ years of aviation and avionics experience.

Long story short, he changed his career direction and began to focus on aviation engineering. And by the time summer rolled around, he was gainfully employed in his new career field.

To a young person with limited experience and being less than worldly, our seemingly mundane life can sound like an incredible adventure to them. Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve seen some things!

18. “To each their own, but by 60, I felt as if I had my life figured out. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but I no longer had the feeling that I had missed the ‘life manual’ everyone else seemed to have.”

I can’t really say that I feel like I have my life figured out. But I do feel that I have successfully muddled through. I’ve had my share of ups and downs, and I handled them all, some better and some worse. I can say that I no longer feel like I am missing out, that other people seemed to have their shit together while I was still trying to find my shit in the first place. Somehow, I had misplaced my shit.

I can say that, like this individual, that my life wasn’t exactly what I wanted. My younger self had visions of grand adventures, a la Indiana Jones or Jack T. Colton. But my younger self was an naive idiot.

But I truly believe that if I could go back in time and tell my younger self all the things I had seen and done, he would actually be quite impressed.

My own thoughts

Bonus. ” I have learned to be more grateful for the life I have been given. I really and truly am blessed. You remember the song “Soaking up the Sun” by Sheryl Crow? There’s a line from that song that has always struck me: it’s not having what you want, it’s wanting what you got. That line rings truer for me the older I get. And it’s not about the material things, it’s about all the good things that have come into my life that I appreciate now more than I ever did”.

I am sure I am not the only one who took so much for granted in my younger years. I may have stressed about my future, but I never had any doubt that I had a future. I never had to think much about my health. Fortunately, I still don’t.

However, I am now very aware that far too many of my friends and acquaintances did not reach old age along with me. Hell, even people I didn’t know, but knew of them didn’t make it to their 60’s. Just this month, Tim Wakefield, retired pitcher for the Boston Red Sox, passed away at the age of 57.

I have finally learned to truly appreciate all the blessings in my life. I try, though I may not always succeed, to find something to be grateful for every day. For after all, I don’t know how many days I may have left.

How about you? What things have gotten better for you as you have reached the autumn years?

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What I have been reading: the Grimnoir Chronicles

The Grimnoir Chronicles, by Larry Corriea, is a noir fantasy trilogy set in 1930s America. In this alternate history, a source of “magic” appears in our world in the late 19th century. At first only a few individuals are able to use this magic. But as time goes on, more and more people are blessed, or cursed depending on your point of view, with the ability to manipulate this power.

This magic is wielded differently by each user, usually according to their personality and temperament. But, in general, the users tend to fall into certain categories: some users can manipulate mass by making objects, including themselves, lighter or heavier. Others can walk through solid objects. Still others can turn invisible, become healers, or teleport short distances.

At first, the timeline stays similar to ours. But when WWI breaks out, the military potential of this new power is realized. Berlin is completely destroyed and made uninhabitable. From there, the misuse of the power grows exponentially, threatening a possible Armagedón.

Eventually, the source of the power is discovered and with it comes a greater danger to the world than the humans, who are playing with a power they don’t understand, is revealed. It’s up to our plucky heroes to find a way to prevent the End Of The World.

The trilogy starts a little slow, but by book two I was fully immersed. Book three I finished in a day!

Excellent series, very entertaining, I highly recommend it!

————————–Interlude————————

————–Neil Gaiman’s personal library——————–

I really enjoy seeing pictures of other people’s personal libraries. It’s an added bonus if that personal library belongs to an author. If that library belongs to an author that I like read, that gives me a serious dopamine hit!

I guess part of my fascination with home libraries is that I can’t help but compare and contrast them with my own. I look at some with envy and longing: if only I had the money and space to create such a space! Other times I am left perplexed at the decision making that went into the design. While I may not love it, somebody obviously does, and that’s all that matters.

But I think a big part of my interest is that I would love to peruse the shelves just to see what makes this person tik. What interests do we have in common? Conversly, what tomes are on their shelves that I probably would never even think to crack open? You can learn quite a lot about people by the books they read.

I recently came across a link to science fiction author Neil Gaiman’s library. As you can see in the photo below, Mr. Gaiman has a lot of books:

If you look closely, you can see he has had to resort to double stacking his books. In other words, he has put tall books towards the back of the shelf, then put short books in front of them.

I will be forthright and admit that I don’t have near that many books on my shelves. Understand, I now own only a fraction of the books I have read in my lifetime. Had I kept all the books that I have ever laid eyes on, I too would have to double stack my shelves. However, there are a couple of reasons why I didn’t keep all my books. One, I have limited space for bookcases. We have books stashed in almost every room in the house. And two, I will be honest and admit that I have read more than my fair share of crap in my lifetime. Books unworthy of space on my limited shelves.

Anyhoo, here is a link if you want to view more of Neil Gaiman’s library: Neil Gaiman’s Library in Pictures | Current Literature (actualidadliteratura.com)

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Late season goings on in the Vintage garden

The summer heat may have chased me back indoors for most of August, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing some projects out in the garden. It’s funny, but from about mid-July until Labor Day, the very height of the growing season, there really isn’t much for a gardener to do. Oh, there’s mowing the lawn and pulling weeds of course. And if it’s a particularly dry year, perhaps water the border a couple of times. But otherwise, the garden is pretty much on auto-pilot.

After Labor Day, however, things really start to pick up around the Vintage estates. And this year was no exception.

Let’s start with the back yard and see what I have been up to.

Out with the old, in with the new

Every now and then the gardener needs to take stock and see what is working in the garden, and what is not. Once a weakness has been identified, the gardener needs to decide if the problem can be solved, or if it needs to be removed. I decided that there were two sore spots that honestly needed drastic surgery.

A few years ago, I dug out a serviceberry in the birdbath garden that was dying: (This This week in the garden: repairs and renovations). Surprisingly, a few weeks later the tree started sprouting new shoots. Apparently, this poor tree wasn’t giving up the ghost so easily. I let it be and over the past couple of years it had begun massing out.

Until this spring. We had unprecedented rains in the spring (7 inches in one storm alone!), and this shrub began to yellow out, a sure sign of chlorosis (lack of iron). I thought perhaps the rain was smothering the roots and preventing the shrub from accessing iron. So, I fertilized it with an iron supplement and kept an eye on it to see if there was any sign of improvement.

There wasn’t. As you can in the picture below, by late summer the poor thing looked awful (in the photo below, it’s the tall spindly thing with the yellow leaves).

Yellow leaves signify either a lack of iron or a disease. This poor shrub was not long for this world.

So I dug it out.

Sad, but it needed to be done.

And in the process, I discovered the problem. It wasn’t chlorosis or disease: the shrub had practically no root ball at all! I have no idea how it got as big as it did with no established roots.

In its place, I planted a native chokeberry (Aronia) named ‘Lowscape Hedger’. This chokeberry gets 4-5 feet tall and about 2-3 feet wide. It’s a three-season plant: white flowers in spring, dark astringent (hence the name) berries in late summer, and red foliage in fall. Hopefully it does better than the serviceberry.

‘Lowscape Hedger’ chokeberry. Because it sets a very bitter berries, birds avoid eating them until in late winter, when all other food sources have been devoured.

Elsewhere in the backyard

In the photo below, you can see a ‘Peking’ cotoneaster. This shrub can get up to 10-12 feet tall and wide. Some people plant several of them in a row, then trim them back annually to form a hedge. I keep mine pruned back because I don’t want it to overwhelm the border.

Over the summer I came to the realization that I am not thrilled with this plant. The truth is it’s pretty boring. When it blooms in spring, its flowers are so tiny you practically have to use a magnifying glass to see them. In good years it might set some black berries in late summer that last for a very short time, as the birds seem to love them. Its only real attraction is that it does have dramatic fall color: it turns vivid shades of orange and yellow. That’s a lot of real estate for a plant that only has a week or two of interest.

During the rest of the growing season, however, it’s basically just a green shapeless blob. I have mocked lilacs in the past because they too eat up a lot of space for a plant that only blooms for maybe a couple of weeks. Lilacs don’t even have good fall color, so it also is a one-season wonder. But lilacs at least have good shape and texture during the rest of the year. You can look at a lilac in August and say, “that there is a handsome plant!”. The ‘Peking’ cotoneaster is the Steve Buscemi of shrubs.

That blob that ate the garden border

So I dug it out.

This didn’t have to be done, but in the long run it was for the best.

In its place I have planted another chokeberry. This one’s called ‘Snowfire’. It also is a dwarf shrub, one that gets to about 4 feet high and wide. It’s supposed to be absolutely covered with white blossoms in spring (hence the name), with lots of berries in late summer and outstanding fall color. Another three season of interest plant.

Aronia ‘Snowfire” will hopefully add three seasons of interest to this part of the border.

Now to the front yard

I have been asked by a couple people how is the front yard is doing. Overall, it’s doing pretty good. Plants haven’t grown much since when we planted them, but that’s to be expected. They’re busy getting established. The important thing is that they survived the fiery furnace of July and August, and that is no mean feat. That was my biggest concern about planting so late in June.

There are a couple of flies in the ointment, however, and I’ll cover those before I get to the positives.

In the photo below, you can see one of the two ‘Lena” brooms we planted. As you can tell, it’s not looking so good. In fact, both of them look pretty much dead. I have no idea what the problem is: too much water? not enough water? too much sun? not enough sun? Not knowing the problem is a source of frustration for me. Everything around them is doing just fine. And I had to special order these damn things from a nursery in Oklahoma. Not cheap.

But looks can be deceiving. These plants are mostly dead, but not all dead. There is a trick for seeing if a plant is living or deceased. Lightly scratch the outer bark along a stem with thumbnail: if the tissue underneath the bark is green, it’s still alive. If it is brown, well, it is all dead. Then all you can do is go through its clothing and look for loose change.

I did such a test on these brooms, and the lower portions of the plants are still green under the bark, which means they are technically still alive. The question is, will they make it through the winter?

Is it mostly dead, or all dead? Only time will tell.

If they don’t, I will not replace them with more brooms since I will have no idea what might have killed them. If they’re that finicky, they have no place in a low-water/low-maintenance landscape. I’ll replace them with ‘Ruby Ribbons Panicum virgatum ‘RR1’ RUBY RIBBONS – Plant Finder.

G&*$!%#n f%^*$!g RABBITS!

A different scourge has afflicted some of the plants in the front yard and, in this case, I know exactly what the problem is: fricking rabbits. You can see in the photo below where they have been pawing through the mulch looking for something to devour.

Where’s a hawk or coyote when you need one?

The plant that these furry pests seem to like the most is ‘Turkish’ veronica, also known as speedwell. A low growing plant, veronicas produce a plethora of tiny little flowers in late spring. They make great groundcovers. Plant enough of them in one spot, and when they bloom it can for a short time look like a tiny pond has appeared in the landscape.

I planted 27 of these things, and I have no idea how many survived the ravenous rabbits. I told a neighbor that when you plant rabbit food, rabbits are going to eat it. Apparently, I set out an all you can eat salad bar for these damn rodents.

It’s very hard to show a negative, but in the picture below you can see where a Turkish speedwell isn’t where one should be.

An expanse of nothingness.

Here are a few speedwells the rabbits have overlooked. This what they are supposed to look like.

At least a few speedwells survived the ravenous rabbits.

On a more postive note

Ok, that’s enough of what’s gone wrong. Let shift our focus now to what has gone right.

As I said earlier, most of the plants survived the hottest part of the summer. This is a big win. Ordinarily I don’t like to plant in early summer because then I have to baby whatever I’ve planted through very harsh conditions. Far better to plant in spring or autumn when the temperatures are more conducive to healthy plant life. However, since we finished the waterwise overhaul in June, we kind of had no choice but to plant in early summer.

Anyway, let’s see how things have fared.

Below you can see the bright purple blooms of ‘October Skies’ aster, and behind them is the reddish/pink flowers of ‘Sonoran Sunset’ agastache. Looking quite autumnal I must say. Speaking of behinds, you can also see Bailey’s behind in amongst the flowers as she sniffs out the bunnies.

Asters, agastache, Russian sage and the slanting rays of late afternoon give off an autumnal vibe.

In the next photo, you can see that the ornamental grasses and ‘Red Texas” yucca are doing fine. In the foreground, you can see where I planted a Colorado native called Chocolate flower. These tough plants usually bloom in late spring, but one of them decided to put on a late season show.

Tough as nails prairie native Chocolate flower amongst the grasses and yuccas.

Next, we come to plants I put in the ground in early September. A native to the Rocky Mountain region as well, New Mexico prairie sage sports sky-blue flowers in late summer and early fall. And I mean Colorado sky blue, not that pale hue that easterners laughingly call sky blue. Obviously, they haven’t been in the ground long enough to bloom yet, but they should look great next year.

Bailey still stalking the bunnies.

Elsewhere in the yarden

I’ll close out with a couple of photos from elsewhere in the Vintage yarden. Below you see the white bloom of a Japanese anemone. I think the official name is anemone ‘Honorine Jorbert”. I’m pretty thrilled about this, because these anemones haven’t bloomed for us in a couple of years. Good to know that they still can.

Behind the anemone you can see Hosta leaves peeking out. This poor Hosta has had a rough go of it since I first planted it. I never could seem to find the right place where it could thrive. A couple of years ago I put it here in the border right in front of the living room window. It seems to like its new home. This is the biggest it has ever gotten. I don’t know if this is as big as it gets, or if it will continue to grow larger in the seasons to come. Just the fact it is thriving is good enough for me.

Japanense anemone and Hosta doing fine for a change.

Finally, because it is autumn, here is a photo of a mum in one of our whiskey barrel planters. You can’t go wrong with a mum or two to brighten up the late season landscape.

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