Adding Ginger

It was the day after the alleged Nor’easter that had everybody scared to death.  Turned out to be, just a normal snow mixed with rainstorm, at least in New York City, the Goliath of the Tri-State area.

You have to wonder why the media has to panic us the way they do.  So we’re prepared for the worst? Couldn’t they take it down a notch so we wouldn’t be buying canned goods as if it were the Cuban Missile Crisis?

But that’s another essay.

I was happily strolling through the park after running, grateful to be able to, the road being cleared of any ice. There was even a bike race in progress.

As I’m tooling west to east, pretty much alone, there’s a woman walking her Golden Retriever a little ways ahead of me.

“Hi,” I say, as I’m about to pass.  She’s middle-aged from what I can see beneath her knitted hat and scarf hiding half her face, with a back ramrod straight. “Isn’t the weather great?”

“Not as great as it could be,” she says, sneering a bit.

Pollyanna says, “Oh come on, we were supposed to be buried if we actually survived, according to the news. Look at us out here?”

She smiles and says,”You’re right, I’m just anxious for spring.”

“What’s your dog’s name?”

“Keeper,” she said. “He’s 13.”

He turns to acknowledge us as off he knows we were talking about him.

“He’s so lean and trim, and spunky for 13.”

“Guess how old I am?”

I never answer that question. Last time I did, the person started to cry.

Luckily she didn’t wait for one. “80. I just turned 80.”

I would have said, 60 thinking I’d insult her. “Wow, I’m stunned. I’m 63.”

“You’re a baby,” she says, pleasing me to no end despite suddenly seeing myself in a crib teething on my up and coming Medicare Card.

What do you attribute your youthfulness to. I mean, I’d never guess you were that.”

“This,” she says, sweeping the air with a flourish. “I walk every morning, me and Keeper, rain, snow or sleet. We end up at The Boat House for coffee.”

“What does Keeper have?”

“A croissant, what else?” She had me there.

“It’s amazing he’s still so fit.”

“Well ya know why, don’t you?”

Again, she answers before I can respond. “This..exercise, moving,..using what the good Lord gave you.”

I decided I really like her, even though she’s having a conversation all by herself.

“Well, I turn here,” I say. “I’m Susannah.”

“Ginger.”

“Nice to meet you Ginger, and Keeper, and I hope we all meet again.

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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25 Responses to Adding Ginger

  1. I hope I’m like that when I’m 80! (but with cats instead of a dog)

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  2. She added a little solo spice to your life!

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  3. Patricia says:

    I am one of the regular walkers in my neighborhood. Most peeps I see on my walks are college kids. They probably this I am about 100. I am closer to 100 than I am to college age. 😼

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  4. micklively says:

    Dogs are good for you. It’s well documented. I doubt croissants are good for dogs though. Having said that, I doubt croissants are good for anyone (except French bakers). 😉

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  5. skinnyuz2b says:

    As we both know, Ginger is right. You gotta keep moving or you freeze up and start rusting. My father, almost 91 never holds still. When I used to admonish him to take it easy he’d tell me, “If I sit still I won’t be useful anymore, then what good will I be?”
    People need a purpose. Whether it’s a hobby, caring for family, writing, spreading joy, or walking Keeper.

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  6. We all need a Ginger & Keeper in our lives!
    My mom just referred to someone in her building as a baby … shes’ 70…lol! What the hell am I an embryo?!

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  7. sometimes you just click with people…

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  8. Gail Kaufman says:

    That’s a motivating story, thanks!

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  9. Ellustar says:

    Reblogged this on SEO.

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