We're Going to Be Townies

A friend wrote about aging and asked how I felt. This is my answer. Almost 75, give or take a few days, I am now, the person I always wanted to be. Yes, I am old, old, very old (thank you Kevin – for the definition and Ben – who needs frequent clarity.) My age has set me free. I like who I am. I’m not referring to my body! It would be nice to look 30/40; maybe 50? Instead I have wrinkles. I’m squishy in the wrong places and no butt.   Some mornings I look in the mirror and see my mother or grandmother’s body or someone who seems to resemble them. Then I get on with my day. I would not trade my happy life, my wonderful family, my fabulous friends for less grey hair or a taunt body. I’ve become my own best friend. I treat myself kindly and am far less judgmental of my perceived shortfalls. So, I cannot stick to a diet and maybe I only got around to making my bed just before nightfall. Yes, I need to mop the floor, after all I’m sticking to it as I walk across. It’s perfectly Ok to

My Grateful List, in no particular order, as of this moment: I have no appointments or errands requiring my time and/or commitment. Our library has an extensive eBook library; I'm indulging; having time to read and ponder what I read. I can read all day if I want A partner with a sense of humor and a certain amount of outrageousness concerning our current state of affairs. I look forward to our 6 o'clock cocktail hour; anticipating who and what has set him off. Its still a little weird to me, I'm the one usually saying "you need to dial it back - ALOT!"   We could live in Portugal; that's the threat I heard if Bumble buss gets re-elected. I like Portugal. We moved last fall and The Hill sold quickly, with minimum hassle. Imagine if we moved and hadn't sold. I'm making myself a necklace; I never take the time to make myself anything. We have many family and friends che

I hit an emotional wall last week ... too much coming at me; friends and family ill, more restrictions going into place, a family member who seems clueless as to the Cova danger and their culpability, a dear friend moving to Cleveland under very trying circumstances. I'm usually a positive person ... who else would bury a seed several inches into the ground and expect a beautiful plant to grow. I'm impacted by sun and lack of sun. After a week of delightful weather, we plunged into a Kentucky Spring Winter. From sunny and 70's to overcast and 40's. My disposition plunged with it - what's going to happen to nephews, who's jobs depend on disposable income from corporations and individuals or our grandsons; soon graduating from high school and college? A niece who graduates and wants to work with exotic animals? The few people I feel confident about are the daughters/niece who are teachers. Teachers will not only have a job - I'm thinking lots of p