I never thought about being old until I was. I knew older folks, been around them all my life, but I didn’t dwell on the idea that I would someday be old myself. Of course, I knew I would grow old, but I never worried about it. I was too busy living each stage of… Continue reading I’m Old, but Alive
Okay, so I’m not in perfect shape, but I didn’t realize just how out of shape I am until yesterday. Preferably the truth would have stayed hidden from me, and I could blissfully skip along (in a shuffling sort of way) in total ignorance. However, I have a younger sister (by a mere 16 months) who practices… Continue reading Too Old but Apparently Not Too Smart
A group of family women were entertaining themselves over the Thanksgiving dinner table when the topic of weight surfaced. Not unusual after a third helping of pumpkin pie and Blue Bell ice cream. We were lamenting how the distribution of our weight seems to shift, especially when 20, 30, 40 pounds have been added to our… Continue reading What Still Fits ?
This is a guest post from Kathryn Stucker. She would love to receive feedback about her first poem in the blogosphere. Enjoy. My body was a temple But now is a disaster. It fails me from head to toe As the years pass by faster. Once I was so fleet of foot And almost… Continue reading My Body Was a Temple
I read recently that lots of things begin to diminish as we age. Duh! No kidding? Hard to believe, isn’t it? If you are over 50 you probably have noticed staying upright is a challenge, your hearing needs amping up, your eyesight is dimming, processing information takes a bit longer than it did just a… Continue reading Who Me Aging? Nah!
Originally posted on Peter's pondering:
? We all know what a Will is, and we’ve all made one haven’t we? Of course! It would be silly not to have done so. How about a Living Will? Good idea too! These are not things to do when you are older, they are things that we…
Originally posted on Patricia's Place:
In Other Words challenge prompt “So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?” Harriet Beecher Stowe I have been thinking about the above quote for a few days. Yes, the gears have been turning but…