Perhaps my little guys bring out my inner child, but lately I find myself going back in time. It could be their playful pursuits, or maybe I just yearn for a more peaceful time in our world and in myself. Or it could be early senility – older people often behave like children. Whatever the reason, I definitely find myself wanting to be the way I was in my earlier life. I’m not even referring here to the time when I was able-bodied, although I’m sure that has something to do with it, too.
Last night we watched two old “I Love Lucy” shows on CBS, and we laughed as if we were kids. My husband remembers more about the shows than I, but I know I must have seen some of them. I read once that modern sitcoms all derive from original Lucy stunts. It says something that I could enjoy and laugh at such silly antics. I do watch the comedies that are on TV today, but most of them aren’t that funny, and many seek to get laughs from sexual innuendo and off-color remarks. Maybe I’m just an old fogey, but I enjoyed last night’s shows with its simple premises. Hearkening back to childhood? It sure looks that way.
Another old pastime to which I’ve returned is jigsaw puzzles. As a little girl, I love putting those little cardboard pieces together to reveal a picture. When I was given larger puzzles, I remember sitting on the porch with my girlfriend and piecing the puzzle together. My mother’s nurse, who came every day for several years, told me that she did the giant puzzles over a span of weeks. Then she would glue the puzzle to heavy cardboard and get it framed. She gifted us with a huge autumn scene, and I hang it in the living room every fall. I gave her a giant one (undone, of course,) for her birthday one year. Right now, I work on puzzles on the computer, but they go quickly, and I have nothing to show for it when I finish. I get email from “Bits and Pieces” ever since I ordered that one for a gift. They’re not expensive, and I’m thinking about ordering one to try my hand at it. If it turns out all right, I’ll get it framed.
I’ve also been seeing ads for adult coloring books, and I’ve seen some completed pictures. They’re supposed to provide relaxation and de-stressing. I don’t think I’d put the money into purchasing a book, but I do have several coloring pictures in my computer picture folder. I’d probably struggle with the “no-right-hand” issue, but maybe it would strengthen the left hand. The suggested medium is colored pencils instead of crayons, but I’ve seen some people using fine markers. An author whose books I read and whose FB page I follow said yesterday that she sees no point in coloring, but she was bombarded with rebuttals. All of them said that it’s such a peaceful activity. If it turns out, I’ll show it here. Just one more extra-curricular sport to totally suck me in, I guess.
These are about all the childhood activities I can take on, but I’m looking forward to being a kid again!