Old age provides a lot of surprises, some not so good. Like, I have always been a blabber mouth, but now, sometimes when I am trying to say something, I can't retrieve the words I need. That not only surprises me, it is frustrating. A good surprise is when I run Izzi in agility and manage to make it through the whole course without a fault. Memorizing the course and knowing which command and when to say it as well as having the right body positions (the dogs cue off of which way your feet are turned and what signals you are giving with your hands) all at the same time is no easy task. I am surprised that my Old Poop brain allows me to do it.
A more conventional surprise would be when my husband, who whittles with sticks to occupy his mind so he won't snack, made me a Christmas card out of his sticks. It was awesome ...
He had given me a Christmas Tree made out of his sticks last year and this year he made a menorah. I am not Jewish, but he said it was in honor of my acceptance of people of all races and religion. I was very surprised and blessed that he saw that in me. I hope it is true, but I never really thought about it that way. That is why we have lived a good life together for 47 years. It all comes from the heart.