God sometimes gives us unexpected gifts. Our gift has been a grandson who enlivens our lives and makes retirement very different than the one we anticipated. He is a special joy. And that's "Casey." In 2006 we fulfilled our dream of living in Italy for a year. It was every bit as wonderful as anticipated. This blog begins in 2005 as we prepared for that experience. Since then we have explored many places together. That's the "Travel." And finally, I am a person of opinions--spiritually, politically, on just about anything and that's the "Other Stuff." Welcome to my blog.

Saturday, December 20, 2008


So........we are in the car, Casey in the backseat, driving home from school. I ask my every day questions--"How was school today? Anything interesting?"

Wouldn't you think that by now I would know that is not the way to elicit any meaningful information. And, if one were to take his answers at face value, it would mean that he has never learned anything from kindergarten onward.

But one day last week he did have something to share which he began relating with gusto and excitement until he stopped mid-sentence, thought and then said:

"Well, with your olderness--but I am not saying you're old as that wouldn't be nice--I think you won't understand what this is about. I am not saying your old, though."

Now, how would you interpret this? I think he was being extraordinarily tactful in his 10 year old way and I love "olderness."

So--those readers who are of the olderness years, take heart--we are not elderly!--Yet...


Valerie said...

Ha ha! Kids say the darndest things! Olderness is a nice word. I not old, but I do have olderness moments! ;)

girasoli said...

How cute! Kids are so innocent aren't they?

Judith in Umbria said...

How innocent was all that hedging his words? He is furbo!

Jane said...

Judith, I had to look up furbo. And after due consideration, I think he was really being loving--not wanting to hurt my feelings. Sort of like he says that I am not fat but squishy and he likes squishy. But then........what do I know?