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Charades Anyone?

Life after Sixty Series

The old man and I play a lot of charades lately.

And no, we aren’t particularly keen on party games. Nor are we attempting to relive our summer camp experiences (because we never had any.)

Well, maybe the old man did a couple of boy scout camps but they didn’t play charades. I’m sure they were too busy cutting down fragile tree saplings and killing tiny little forest creatures with their sling shots to bother.

Rug rats.

We play charades because we have to. Without charades we would be lost.

Because we can’t remember words. So we are reduced to a kind of sign language, of our own design, and we cheat because we use sound effects.

Generally, I’m the one doing the charading and he is the one doing the guessing. Meaning he is looking at me with the same disdain usually reserved for street mimes while I gesture and make stupid noises and stuff.

But because he is good natured he plays along or maybe he just knows that the sooner he guesses what I’m saying the sooner I will leave him alone and he can go back to looking at car stuff on his android.

Personally I kind of enjoy the process. Words are boring.

Especially words like “drill”.

One syllable. Sounds like pill. Such a mindless mime.

But when I ask “Do you know where the…is ” as I gesture with my right hand like I’m holding a tool with a trigger and make little ghirr ghirr ghirring noises, it’s kinda fun.

And since I married a super genius he answers almost immediately:

“Last time I saw it it was over on the kitchen counter by the stove”, (because who doesn’t keep a cordless drill on the kitchen counter next to the stove and the glass jars waiting for recycling?)

It’s in my immediate field of vision, which makes me feel like a dumb ass.

“Oh, thanks” I say lamely, and move in that general vicinity, trying so hard to remember what I wanted the drill for in the first place.

The old man says nothing, just goes back to phone scrolling.

Life after sixty. Such fun.

So if you ever need a partner for charades, I’m becoming quite the expert.

I do cheat though.

Ghirr, ghirr, ghirr.

copyright 2019 by Ilona Elliott

The Author (on the right)

*Because getting old is such a hoot, I am going to be addressing the subject in a new series of essays, the Life After Sixty Series.

Unless I forget.

11 Comments

  1. Love your way of writing. Great to read. Gave me a few smiles. T
    Thank you

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  2. No need to wait for my sixties – I’m ahead of the curve on forgetting things these days. I blame hormones.

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    • All is not lost! I find that the hand gestures and sound effects work well for me.

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  3. My game as a “seasoned” citizen is crib, or sometimes some different versions of monopoly.

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  4. Well, how about when you’re trying to figure out what happened to the last holy grail roll of toilet paper? And it’s Hammer time. What then? But probably that doesn’t happen at your house. Only at my house. What about the missing extra bag of dog food? That’s a good one. Is Cosmo any good at charades? Or does he kind of just sit there and stop panting momentarily, close his mouth and quizzically tilt his head at his crazy old folks? Maybe he rolls on his back. Chomps the air. Looking forward to more in this series, lol. Hope you’re doing well, Ilona. Spending a little more time outside, maybe puttering in the yard extra, making sure stuff is up to snuff. Remember last summer when it was a struggle in the smoke for quite awhile? But cool breezes and birdsong this morning, hot later……

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    • No missing bags of food but occasionally a couple of doddering parents who forget to feed him or think the other guy did. He is pretty patient but at some point tries heroically to communicate, grrring and gesticulating, not unlike his Mom when she can’t find the words.
      TF this summer has been such a blessing. Hope you are making the most of it!

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  5. hilarious! and sweet. I will give definitions when I can’t find the word-like” will you pt this in
    the thing that keeps things cold?” ha!

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    • It’s amazing how simple everyday terms can allude us when we need them Michele. Hope you are well and enjoying your summer!

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  6. Love this!! Life after sixty…ALWAYS an adventure and honestly never boring. Am I right?

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    • Challenging, hilarious, and sometimes profound, but rarely ever boring.

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