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Carol Perkins: Thinking of Life as pieces of pie. Part II of 2 Second of two parts: With today's episode completing with going for Social Security, like Lemon Meringue Pie - bittersweet. The next earlier Carol Perkins Column: Carol Perkins; Thinking of life as pieces of pie. Part I of 2 By Carol Perkins Continuing with my story about life and pie, I was at the end of the butterscotch days of high school where life was sweet, most of the time and ended too soon. At least, that was my perception. I think of life in the next phase as a slice of coconut pie. The base is smooth and creamy but the coconut is tricky and sticks in your teeth. The twenties and thirties are latticed with marriage, children, and careers. Those couples who were eaten up with the "I can't live without you one more minute" mindset married right out of high school and before long found themselves playing cards on Saturday night with another couple who also could no longer afford or see the need to go out. The man across the table who wooed her and wanted to show her a good time finds a good time watching reruns of "Happy Days." Later, they will look back on those times and laugh - if they stay together. A woman may lose her identity during these years because she is now "Mom" and her children may not even know her name. Her husband probably calls her "Mom," too. Never to worry, she calls him "Dad" and the children may not know he has a name either. She trades in her small car for a van and they buy their first house where they set out trees in their new front yard and watch them grow. The topic among women is usually how to potty train or soothe an earache. Between the forties and fifties often are pure nuts, especially for women. Not nutty as having a good time, but mentally nutty. First of all, their children are leaving. One by one, they fly away and some go farther than others. Suddenly, the once lively house is quiet. Too quiet. Now "Mom" and "Dad" look at each other and think, "Who is this person in the recliner?" In addition to the children leaving, most women go through issues that consist of mood swings, hot flashes, and- well, you get the picture. Men buy convertibles while women cry over the drapes in the living room. I call this the hickory nut pie phase because it is impossible to eat a piece without chomping down on a hull. By fifty, many people retire. I couldn't wait, but within a few months I wondered what I would do with my next fifty years. Latching onto a purpose was not easy, so I had to create one. Many people never quite find themselves and turn old. During this period in life, other people get on your nerves because they are always in the way. Have you noticed this doesn't improve? Nutty. Signing up for social security was like biting into a piece of lemon meringue pie-bittersweet. When I was young, a person my age was "old" but now that I have arrived, I don't feel old at all. Maybe I nap more often and don't walk through every store at the mall on Saturday like I once did, but I attribute that to indifference. When I devise a plan that Guy thinks is a little off the wall, he reminds me that I am not a spring chicken. I remind him that he has always been old. Both of us are right. I am counting on many pieces of pie in my future, and hope I can enjoy them with the man in the recliner watching the weather channel on mute. -Carol Perkins (Contact Carol at cperkins@scrtc.com or download her book Let's Talk About... in the Amazon Kindle Store) This story was posted on 2012-04-22 05:16:49
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