Reflections on the life of a pensioner – Gulbene district – Dzirkstele.lv

WHEN TO RETIRE there is nothing to do, or he does not want to do anything, then he indulges in contemplation. Sometimes you want others to think the same way!

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For several years now, I have been tormented by a kind of sorrow, like remorse – how many years has it been that something pays me money on the 10th of the month. And there are many like me compared to the number of students. I understand, in many places (including upstairs) we have people who have neither opened their mouths nor done any work, and yet. But we live like this – despite the expensive medicines and hard-to-reach doctors. And just now Abu Meri said that you will have to pay for the medicine for the conversation with the pharmacist. But in the store – I will also pay extra for the fact that the saleswoman will tell me that the date of the cream has been revised.

In fact, I can tell you why we live to be 80+ for one part. We did not sit on the computer or on the phone when we were children. We worked all summer, weeding beets, picking potatoes at the collective farm, helping our mothers on the farm. That was life. No one brought a plate of hot dogs to the computer so that we could keep tapping the keys with greasy hands. Now I don’t want to cry anymore. I look at my big “Brivzemnieku” yard in Lejasciema parish, and the remaining rare matels are standing in the air! But Dievins is not a small child – he always creates such conditions that I cannot, for example, rake the leaves. One day it was so windy – what a scratch, another day it was crazy rain, then it was very cold again and just one day – very hot! What will you, man, do to nature!

A few more words about the health of pensioners. One day I drove to Riga from Alūksne. All the way we rode in a bus of twelve pensioners, young, strong men don’t ride in the bus anymore, they have at least a “gum” under their butt. But the most important thing was that there was no old man among us! See what an easy life and good food means. The color happened to be quite red for me this time, but nothing.

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An important job for pensioners would be babysitting their grandchildren, but they are also growing up. They criticize my phone skills and correct my mistakes. When I complain to my 4th grade grandson that I have to travel across the country to see them in Enguri, he says that only three quarters of the country. Thanks to Hansa Middle School – they really understood the competencies or whatever they are called there!

An important means of passing the time would be the television. Well, you can cook endless dishes – in America, England, Spain, Latvia – so be it! You can travel along rivers, talk about nature. But then the TV is trying to cater to pensioners who won’t cook anything and won’t go anywhere. And then the TV series come to the rescue – sad, German and Mexican, many times repeated Latvian ones (let’s not forget the actors). But the main emphasis in the heads of pensioners is on the word “murder”. Why I say pensioners is because the young and middle aged people I know don’t watch TV. So murders for us. One Saturday, I sat all day from three o’clock and counted the “wooden” young ones. In the four episodes of “Murder in the North”, only four – the Germans always properly. English “Murder on the Internet” in one series – four pieces for the yard! But there were no decent people either. And then the sweet dish – “Midsomer Murders”. I have asked several acquaintances who work in England if they have ever been to Midsomer, they said they don’t know where Midsomer is. I would like to get there someday – a beautiful town, few houses, but large masses of people at events and always someone or something dead. I just want to say – don’t go to events and meetings, but whatever – we’ll see again.

Light reflections on the life of a pensioner, not so crazy – there is a cup of coffee in the morning, the sun is shining, the bones don’t hurt, what’s more! Have a bright day without whining and hate for you too!

— Baiba Berkolde