I did Wordle today, got it in 3. Yesterday when Tuesday was actually Monday, in two. I tell you this because there’s a thing about olding, much of which, if not all, we who are indeed olding, know only too well. And here’s a thing. We wonder about ourselves. We do. Although we may be saggy, pouchy, floppy and wobbly at times, we still remember the dance, that one when we just dazzled, sliding effortlessly over acres of floor, so very confident. Many laughing mates gone, but that’s not the whole thing because there are the we of us who still have the fire. I do. Many do. And here’s the butt of a but. In this isolated life of this new life, new generation, the fire is there at times, yes, but not strong, or it seems so to me. So many work demands, the ownership of employees, the pressure of two working parents, the cost of childcare, the cost of everything. I have no idea how you all can. make this work in harmony. It must be super tough and you have my respect.

To be honest, I am glad I lived when I did. Oh yes, there was stricture and parental judgement and community blockings and school abusement and appalling selection processes and racial and class blindness but I didn’t know anything different. However, I did find myself at a red light at times, something not right here, I don’t like this, what is going on? But no voice as a girl, and absolutely no voice as a middle class girl. No power. When any of that shit happens now, I find the fire. I can’t change it for all, but I just might be able to say to one, Hey, hallo, I love your purple hair, your piercings really light you up, your smile at the bus stop just made my day, Thank you for the way you stopped and asked me about my coat, my smile, my short hair, my red boots. The way you showed me to my table and laughed with me when I said, Not there, maybe over there and the way you swished me lovely towards a window seat as if knowing me without knowing me at all.

This is new gro world. All of you living it. All of the constrictures we oldies knew are now yours. We were there, hippies, wars, Hendrix, Woodstock, Bob Marley, so much revolution and so much dance, so much fire, so much hope. I wonder, when I look at your lives, the protective, fear driven control to master it all and I wonder if anything has changed at all. I’m hoping so.