Flaunting My Age. Which is 77 If I Forgot to Brag to You
No, that photo isn't me... she has wilder hair than I do. And she might even ace me out when it comes to age.
So I'm seventy-seven. That didn't happen recently. In fact, I only have a couple more months before the next number comes along.
So why am I talking about it here? Well, there have been some posts here on WA recently where people in their 60s seemed to think they are old.
I say ha.
Sure, being in your 60s is an achievement. But wait a while longer and see which bones creak more and which other body parts moan and groan. (And leak, but we won't go there.)
Gee, I'm rambling more than I planned to... I think we need a new adjective for that... how about twacky? Or is twackish better? Or twackerly?
The Point I Was Planning to Make
Obviously, I can't help but make the point that us old 'uns can ramble.
But my intended point was this: A lot of old people are very lively.
Including myself here, I'll say: We think, we write, we can be great cooks, we walk our dogs or at least let them pull us along. We get things done. We are creative. We are us, whoever we have been right along.
I noticed this a few years ago, when I was a mere 72. My husband (15 months younger than me, and yes that makes me a cougar) and I moved to Silver City, NM, a town full of artists and writers. And wow, it seemed more of them had gray hair than not. Even the women. I had stopped coloring my hair just before I turned 70.
And as we made new friends here, we both noticed that our friends in their 70s AND their 80s were plenty sharp and full of life.
There's one old guy at my church who is 98. He was the hero of his neighborhood a year or two ago when he called the fire department about a gas leak down the street. Coulda blown a lot of people to Kingdom Come.
SO this is meant to encourage you. Getting older still can mean you are full of vim and vinegar... that is, if you were in the first place. And if you aren't, start practicing!