into town for shopping, to Grandma's, to Boise, to Timbuktu.
Anywhere. They bubble with energy and can't sit still. Teens go to
classes all day and party all night, then get up and join friends for
a movie and a rally the next day. Pack a bedroll and a change of
underwear and they will hike all day, eat a can of beans heated over
a smoldering fire, and sleep on rocks while trying not to slide off a
mountain. Then get up and do it again. I remember being like that.
For a good part of my life as an adult I was willing to spend days
planning excursions and vacations, and hours driving to and from
schools, malls, and theme parks. As a parent it was Pack 'em Up and
move 'em out! Picnic lunches, bathing suits, paraphernalia for two
weeks of road travel for the whole family. Meetings? Classes? Bring
them on! Parties? Sure, love to attend! Art shows? Plays? Gotta see
'em! Recreate! Participate! Go forth and do!
In my fifties a lessening of enthusiasm set in. Parties and public
events always sounded like such a good idea in the beginning. My
enthusiasm was high. But as the time approached enthusiasm retreated
and I found all sorts of reasons not to put forth the effort. Work
all day and party this evening? How about work all day and fall
asleep in front of the television? PTA? City Council? I'll go next
month. Camping in Yellowstone? What if we spent a week at a resort in
Now that I have passed sixty, my resistance has become
logarithmically enhanced. Going out holds very little interest and
Staying Home has become a religion. Admittedly, meetings and theatre
occasionally catch me for a moment and I agree to attend. But as the
time arrives, I don't. Getting me out of the house is like getting an
overweight scuba diver out of his wet suit. The spirit may be willing
but the flesh is staying put. Even the spirit lacks oomph. Instead of
tacking those meeting notices on the calendar I toss them straight
into the trash. Even the pretense of going out is gone. Hooray for
those tough seniors who retired to their motorhomes to travel. My
house lacks wheels and remains in one place. With me inside.
Adventure comes from the library, and is experienced in a comfortable
chair before 8:00PM. I like it that way.