I walked the trails in my small town today. I'm very lucky because they loop through a natural treed reserve and past residential areas. They are maintained very well and a joy to me and my little dog.
What isn't a joy is the vandalism I noticed today. Communities in Bloom has had several lovely, white gazebos erected around town. One of the most recent is near a playground along the walking trail. Someone has, likely this weekend, kicked out several of the spindles that are part of the "fence" that marks the edges of the gazebo. To what purpose? The gazebo can be the site of a photo shoot; I've seen children playing inside and on a warm day, one could sit under its roof and rest while the kids explore the playground. I was disgusted.
As disgusted as the time earlier I saw what had to be human excrement on one of the benches that is provided for walkers to sit on while they enjoy the sun and view. The feces was right on the seat of the bench and it isn't possible that it was deposited by a canine. They will poop wherever, but I've never known one to climb onto a bench to do it. Someone who lowers him or herself to crapping to create a display has no self-respect. Their motive is a mystery.
Less disgusting but as disrespectful is the number of Tim Horton's cups, fast food containers and cigarette packages that have been tossed randomly into the environment. If a person hangs onto the garbage for only a short distance, containers for its disposal are provided at regular intervals. The trails are there for all to enjoy.
I am truly puzzled and angry that so-called humans are so careless of this great place and I am sad to think that this is the kind of travesty enacted on our environment as a whole. We treat the whole earth as our garbage dump to our peril.
I have to admit that if you go by my birth certificate, I'm senior. I dislike that word almost as much as I dislike elderly. Both adjectives conjure images of someone frail and confused. Someone needing help to cross the street. Someone easily disoriented.
If I forget where I put my car keys, if I forget where one of my several (okay, it's more than several) pairs of reading glasses are, waves of hilarity ensue. "You're having a senior's moment". Like people, busy people don't lose keys all the time.
While I am elderly and senior, Hilary Clinton is Secretary of State in the United States. Do you think she loses keys? She's in charge of much more sensitive issues than that, yet senior statesman don't seem to be denigrated. Margaret Atwood is 72 and still pretty witty. Read her poetry or books (and she has recent releases), this isn't someone in their dotage yet.
Maxime Bernier can "forget" documents that might threaten national security at his girlfriends (and for more than a day or two). Was that a senior moment? At the time it seemed more like good old garden variety stupidity.
But I'm the one with the label. I guess occasionally it works in your favour. I have a family doctor in a small town with a crisis level doctor shortage. I am the magic age and he's specializing in gerontology. Bingo (which by the way bores me to death)- I have a doctor.
Still I'd like to just be me, a little battered, a little wrinkled but not judged. I try to be competent and can look after myself. I am retired and that's pretty sweet. Plus I'm on the right side of the grass. Maybe I should be happy that I'm still here to complain.
Yes, I'm of a certain age but I'm pretty spry and like to think still smart enough.