Autumn is now in mid-flight. The Manchurian Pears put on their royal show with their auburn burnished leaves dropping like tarnished silver littering the streets and footpaths. Children are on Easter holiday full of chocolate and loud matinee movies. The mothers already counting the days before a return to school. Our own grandkids now grown into having better things to do than visit old fogeys, especially when urged to read a good book or even just lift eyes up and away from their hand held nervous electronica! I read a sign yesterday at a hotel in Mittagong placed outside on the footpath, ‘No Wi Fi here’ followed by a stern ‘talk to each other’! Most surprising and enlightened publican there. There is hope yet in this world so obsessing with all that instant gratification from swiping and downloading gibberish. They text; “I am in Auburn Rd, shopping”, “where are you”? Text back; “I am near my door, leaving for my Pilates”.Mr Joseph Pilates from Mönchengladbach has a lot to answer for. Millions of followers. It combines both mental and physical exercises. It made me wonder how the mental exercise had enlightened the texting practitioner? She answered; I have lost 6 kilos!
My grandkids would probably admonish me for my hypocritical stance and say; you are always on the computer too, what’s the difference? Rightly so! It must be sign of ageing or at best being, ‘an oft repeated saying slung at me; ‘you are just a curmudgeon.’ Of course I wear this badge with honour. Anyone who know a good curmudgeon knows they are enlightened truth tellers possessing great wit and sharpness of mind. It is a peculiar trait reserved for few men. Oft desired by many but seldom attained. Many believe they are old men, cranky and impatient, loaded up with chagrin till finally finding a fiery end in a glazed urn. With some luck they might get scattered around Parramatta Rd, or ,God forgive along the M5. Their grey ash flung out of the moving car’s window. ‘Good riddance you cranky-pot’ as a final goodbye and wind blown powdery epitaph.
This is what I gleaned from WiKi about curmudgeons and how to become one.
1. curmudgeons are not pleasers! You must not care about being popular or liked. If that matters to you, go to therapy!
2. Curmudgeons are not crabby – that is a myth. We tell the truth, and some people don’t like that. Tell Junior what you really think of his writing. Tell Aunt Ida that she’s got bad breath. Don’t be mean about it, but don’t try to make everything sound pretty!
3. Curmudgeons do not follow ‘trends’! You must learn to think for yourself! If a popular media figure says something is great, you don’t care for it. If most of the people around you like a TV show, gadget or movie, it makes you yawn. You may need to try forcing yourself not to like what’s popular until you learn to think independently.
4. Curmudgeons do not shop! Find something else to do with your time, like go for walks, garden, or take up a craft (it does not need to be a good or useful craft – it’s the process that counts).
5. Curmudgeons do not like new things. Poke around the attic, garage or basement until you find that old thing you used to use, rather than buy something new. Or borrow it!
In the meantime the autumnal season marches on and right now is so beautiful it makes everything worth hanging onto for a while longer. The rain over the last few weeks have been plentiful and this must have giving all trees a final spurt of growth with the foliage blowing out but now relinquishing all that in a glorious final crescendo of warm colours and golden glow. It is Vivaldi at his best and heavenly. You can tell that the trees are listening too.
Tags: Autumn, Curmudgeons, Manchurian Pear, Vivaldi
April 23, 2014 at 1:53 am |
Stand your ground you proud curmudgeon, they have much to learn! Enjoy the warm crunch of autumn!
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April 23, 2014 at 2:26 am |
Oh, how nice to hear from you. Tell me you are alright. Missed your art. How beautiful NY must be now.
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April 23, 2014 at 3:43 pm
And lovely to catch up with you Gerard! I leave blogtown for 5mins and come back to push all the wrong “like” buttons – I like your post, not my comment!
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April 23, 2014 at 4:44 am |
Eyes a curmudgeon
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April 23, 2014 at 5:30 am |
Many of us is too! (;
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April 23, 2014 at 5:56 am |
I am a fully paid up member of the HKCC. And proud of it.
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April 24, 2014 at 4:05 am |
HKCC is that Hong Kong Coroners Club or City Council? There is a difference.
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April 24, 2014 at 5:48 am
HK Curmudgeons Club
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April 24, 2014 at 5:54 am |
Do they hold meetings too? What’s on the agenda?
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April 24, 2014 at 9:02 am
No idea Gerard. I am too grumpy / (realistic?) to go to the meetings. The bank gave 4 of us T shirts once saying Grumpy Old [Risk] Men. I still wear mine with pride.
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April 24, 2014 at 2:45 am |
Gez, thanks for this, I realise now that I have been a curmudgeon for over 30 years, and proud of it.
Btw, back in Australia, and have already attended one funeral, the only time I see the extended family!
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April 24, 2014 at 4:04 am |
Nice to see you back Big M. A bit rough to have a funeral before jet lag subsiding. It is always the way though. Funerals don’t stop.
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April 24, 2014 at 7:16 am |
What would one be called if she were female and much like a curmudgeon? I am rather like that myself. I don’t need a lot to be entertained and my tastes are simple. Don’t watch TV anymore, can’t stand the assine story plots, the news is depressing. etc. Don’t go to the movies. But I enjoy reading, gardening, photographing, bird watching.
My two adult children often text me instead of merely calling. It is all very distressing. Oh the joys of being elderly. 🙂
As your autumn is approaching we here in North America or at least where I am, have seen the emergence of spring in al of its green finery and blossoms. Quite a contrast of continents.
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April 25, 2014 at 2:33 am |
Yes, it must be just as lovely at your neck of the woods. We also don’t watch much TV. All that laughter I find depressing. I like humour but what gets dished up now I don’t understand or even want to. They are all mainly young and foolish. If only they knew!
Yes, texting is all the rage. I have learnt it too. I often practice 4 u and c u L8er.
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April 26, 2014 at 8:57 pm
Yes, you sure do have the hang of texting. I text as well. I really shorten the words. “I can c u r good @ textn.”
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April 24, 2014 at 7:35 pm |
I am very definitely turning in to a grumpy old woman. I agree, I don’t think that curmudgeon stretches to women. maybe we are just known as ‘old hags’?….I’m not sure I like that, I’d much rather be thought of as curmudgeonly 😀 There’s still something rather sweet about it in a cardigan’ed, mothballed, grumpy sort of way.
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April 25, 2014 at 2:27 am |
Yes Lottie, male curmudgeons tend to wear knee socks and sit on park benches feeding ducks while muttering disparagingly about life and the cost of funeral insurance. Their sex lives limp on half heartedly despite the Viagra.
The female version sit at home behind the window, wear hair in buns and shake their fingers at schoolkids on scooters and skate boards. They dip a sole biscuit in milky tea and despair of their husbands going gaga but also relish the male leaving them asleep without any poking..
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April 26, 2014 at 1:11 am |
I’m late in arriving as usual Gerard. You must be my favorite curmudgeon though. I don’t get enough computer hours in these days. Good post as usual.
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