We had friends over for dinner the other night and, after dinner, while the guys removed to the porch to smoke cigars, the ladies remained inside. We talked of quilts and gardens and then the talk turned to aging and related problems.
I've been struck at recent gatherings by how much conversation is inextricably tied to one's time of life. Though my friend is almost ten years younger than I, the conversation ranged from our own health and that of our friends to who is moving into smaller/more practical housing, how we see our own futures playing out, our widowed friends and how they are coping, Alzheimer's, cancer . . . and beyond.
It used to be a source of amusement, this predilection of the elderly to turn to the obituaries first, to catalog one's every ache and pain, to obsess, in short, about aging.
But now that I am one -- a senior citizen, a geezer, a golden ager, (yikes, those all sound awful! I don't mind being old but those labels suck) -- I digress -- now that I am of an age where many of my contemporaries are experiencing illness and loss, I realize the truth of Richard Alpert's "We're all just walking each other home."
Just as at any gathering of new parents, the talk will sooner or later turn to babies and their care and feeding, we who are aging have to figure out how to deal with the changes ahead or already present in our lives. We seek, not exactly role models, but some hints on how others are dealing with common problems in aging. We may not yet have experienced these problems, but reason suggests that sooner or later (if that dark fella Death doesn't get there first,) they will be our problems.
So we talk about it, preparing ourselves for the changes to come . . . getting used to the idea of age and loss . . . and walking each other home.
So I signed up for a free online course from Trinity College, Dublin and am learning about the Book of Kells -- that amazingly beautiful and ornate illuminated manuscript from the 9th Century -- and the society that produced this treasure.
I love learning new things. I was amazed to learn that in the 10th Century, Irish monasteries had established foundations (other monasteries) across Europe -- in France, Germany, Italy, and as far east as Vienna.
I am also enchanted by the calligraphy (insular majuscule it's called) and find myself strongly tempted to dig out my long-abandoned pens and ink . . .
The course lasts four weeks and is not especially grueling -- they say four hours reading/viewing time each week. I'm halfway through the first week and really enjoying it.
( If you're interested in learning more about this course, follow the link HERE)
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