*read every article I see on how to keep Alzheimer’s at bay
*find I am less patient with store clerks - I’m tired of being polite
*buy more skin softening products than ever before (p.s.: most of them don’t make any difference)
*get misty-eyed when I see middle-aged couples holding hands (who knew I’d never remarry?)
*read book after book after book - after all, there are only so many years left to get them all read!
*try to figure out if I’m old enough to be the mother of the nurses our clinic hires
*refuse to wear one of those gold chain thingys on my glasses, in spite of the fact that I lose them about 20 times a day (I’m old, but I’m not THAT old!)
…and on and on…
However, I’m off to hike three miles straight up a mountain (with one replaced knee and one knee going bad) with my daughter and our dogs. Then maybe I’ll whistle a few Irish tunes or do some painting - both of which I took up in the last 4-5 years.
March 5, 2006. You have plenty of time to shop for me, too. But please, everything in 50s only. 50 bottles of wine, 50 choco truffles, 50 virgin–(whoops, that’s the Muslim Weekenders list), ahem, 50 trad cds, and so on and so forth.
Hello Susan,
I know that this is kind of a public forum, but will you marry me? I am 61, have two good knees, and like Irish music. Dale is just a kid, and he is married, so don’t even think about him. “I want to hold your hand”