How is age affecting me? Irene, I've been thinking about your question.
I'm not keeping up very well, but then I never did. Dishes pile up in the sink, the carpet is crunchy, I don't have any clean clothes, and the grass is too tall. I have some really rocky days, that's been going on for a long time. I'm still overweight but I've worked the overage way down to less than twenty pounds so kudos to the fluffy girl. I've always run with a short fuse, can't tell much difference. I don't have enough time, so what's new with that? Nothing.
I'm not going to whine about sixteen surgeries (including four spinal), a stroke, a heart attack, and six stents because I sailed right through all that (sailed may not be the right word, ouch!) and I'm still rolling. I take care of my house, mow my yard, do a considerable amount of auditing and MS, and provide extended instructions to my extended family whether they need them or not. I've noticed pain medication doesn't work nearly as well as it used to and the walk back up the hill from the mailbox is steeper than it was. What do you suppose is up with that?
I raised two step children who disappeared on me so I may have screwed that up. My mom always told me I shouldn't think I had problems because I had stepchildren because raising your own was hell, too. That's not exactly what she said but that was the essence of the thought. Oh, well. But, last week one of them came to see me, a sixty year old man I hadn't seen in a long, long time. Will wonders never cease? No! He told me I was getting around real well. So what did he expect, an old woman?
I own two rocking chairs but I don't run them often and not for long at a time. Mostly I plop my butt down in one to put on my tennis shoes so I can hit the road.
Recently I wrote a book and I'm excited about it. I'm in the process of slicking it up but I think it's real close to finished. It's based on family history and I had to wait for this time before I felt free to write it. Since I am now the oldest living person in my family, it's BOOK TIME. Good for me. Lots of members of the forum read for me and were extremely helpful -- so a big thank you to all of you who helped me. Based on your suggestions I made revisions and changes and I believe it is a much better book. Next step is to look for an agent and/or a publisher.
Really, there's not much difference between being young and being old. What happens is that how ever you were when you were young, you are more so when you are older. There are physical changes, such as wrinkles, gray hair, age spots, advanced arthritis, general aches and pains. None of that is really important. I believe that essentially a person is always the same.
The difference I do see in being young and being old is that now I don't have as much responsibility for others. I don't mean I don't care about them, I mean they are deceased so the time to care for them is over. Now I just look after myself and provide moral support and comfort to others but I don't actually take care of them. That's a big difference time wise, so even though I'm moving slower I'm still keeping up about as well as I ever did. If we didn't have too much to do life would be boring, wouldn't it?
Irene, I'm delighted you have a boy friend. Good for you, you go girl! I was married forty five years and it was what I wanted at the time but I don't want it again. I'm pretty sure if I hooked up with somebody he would expect things, like a normal schedule and regular meal times and a carpet that didn't crunch. Sorry, not on the spreadsheet.
Okay, then, so what I think about being old is that it's the very best time ever. Provided, of course, that you took care of business when you were young so you can look back with a sense of accomplishment.
I'm not keeping up very well, but then I never did. Dishes pile up in the sink, the carpet is crunchy, I don't have any clean clothes, and the grass is too tall. I have some really rocky days, that's been going on for a long time. I'm still overweight but I've worked the overage way down to less than twenty pounds so kudos to the fluffy girl. I've always run with a short fuse, can't tell much difference. I don't have enough time, so what's new with that? Nothing.
I'm not going to whine about sixteen surgeries (including four spinal), a stroke, a heart attack, and six stents because I sailed right through all that (sailed may not be the right word, ouch!) and I'm still rolling. I take care of my house, mow my yard, do a considerable amount of auditing and MS, and provide extended instructions to my extended family whether they need them or not. I've noticed pain medication doesn't work nearly as well as it used to and the walk back up the hill from the mailbox is steeper than it was. What do you suppose is up with that?
I raised two step children who disappeared on me so I may have screwed that up. My mom always told me I shouldn't think I had problems because I had stepchildren because raising your own was hell, too. That's not exactly what she said but that was the essence of the thought. Oh, well. But, last week one of them came to see me, a sixty year old man I hadn't seen in a long, long time. Will wonders never cease? No! He told me I was getting around real well. So what did he expect, an old woman?
I own two rocking chairs but I don't run them often and not for long at a time. Mostly I plop my butt down in one to put on my tennis shoes so I can hit the road.
Recently I wrote a book and I'm excited about it. I'm in the process of slicking it up but I think it's real close to finished. It's based on family history and I had to wait for this time before I felt free to write it. Since I am now the oldest living person in my family, it's BOOK TIME. Good for me. Lots of members of the forum read for me and were extremely helpful -- so a big thank you to all of you who helped me. Based on your suggestions I made revisions and changes and I believe it is a much better book. Next step is to look for an agent and/or a publisher.
Really, there's not much difference between being young and being old. What happens is that how ever you were when you were young, you are more so when you are older. There are physical changes, such as wrinkles, gray hair, age spots, advanced arthritis, general aches and pains. None of that is really important. I believe that essentially a person is always the same.
The difference I do see in being young and being old is that now I don't have as much responsibility for others. I don't mean I don't care about them, I mean they are deceased so the time to care for them is over. Now I just look after myself and provide moral support and comfort to others but I don't actually take care of them. That's a big difference time wise, so even though I'm moving slower I'm still keeping up about as well as I ever did. If we didn't have too much to do life would be boring, wouldn't it?
Irene, I'm delighted you have a boy friend. Good for you, you go girl! I was married forty five years and it was what I wanted at the time but I don't want it again. I'm pretty sure if I hooked up with somebody he would expect things, like a normal schedule and regular meal times and a carpet that didn't crunch. Sorry, not on the spreadsheet.
Okay, then, so what I think about being old is that it's the very best time ever. Provided, of course, that you took care of business when you were young so you can look back with a sense of accomplishment.
Mary Davis Nowell. Based close to Fort Worth. Shopping Interstate 20 east and west, Interstate 35 north and south.