As it happens, I noticed an old woman in the drugstore yesterday who might have inspired this question.
She was by herself, frail-looking and bent, and she was leaning on her empty shopping cart, just kind of cruising really slowly like a heavily laden barge instead of bounding along like a yacht cutting the waves. While I was waiting in line, I saw her drift back and forth several times without putting anything in her cart.
I’m no youngster myself, but not too long ago I had a painful but invisible foot injury and one arm in a cast (kept mostly hidden). I was extremely cautious on my feet because it hurt to walk, I was unsteady because I was out of balance, and I was scared of falling again. So I sympathized with whatever was slowing her down. I’m better now, and you couldn’t tell I’d had those injuries, but I haven’t forgotten how wobbly and impaired I felt.
I had an impulse to go up and ask her if I could help her find something or get something.
And then I noticed the expression on her face. She looked perfectly content and not the least bit uncomfortable. I surmised that she was fine just the way she was and simply enjoying her outing to the drugstore. Maybe her life isn’t very busy and this was her excitement for the day—or the week.
Or maybe she has simply learned by her age that if you go too fast, you’re likely to miss everything. She might have been entirely present, taking everything in, savoring the moment—something that busy younger folk sometimes have to learn by taking lessons and practicing.
I’m sorry if this is too serious for you, @Adirondackwannabe. I thought what you meant in your details was that you didn’t want anyone to take your question as critical or demeaning, which I didn’t. But you have opened up a pretty big topic.