I feel it more than I can deny it. It is in my bones, my muscles, in the number of things I have accumulated in my house. I think about death. I look back on my life and realize that I have advanced past the age to fulfill a lot of dreams. It's almost too late. Every time I realize it is my experience that makes me wiser I am confronted with it. I am getting old. Sometimes when I say: I am getting old I wonder if I should correct myself. Should I be saying: I am old? Should I just get real …
“I Could Be Next,” the fear of middle age.
Strange days. I am a very upbeat, positive kind of person. I always look on the bright side of most situations and people. However, lately my usually happy-go-lucky thoughts have turned to those of my own mortality. Stroke, heart attack, Cancer, disease and death are what I visualize on a huge roulette wheel and it's spinning. Whose number will be up next? It could be me. I could be next. There could be Cancer cells growing in me right now. A little clot may be waiting to stir loose and …
Old As Dirt.
"Getting old ain't for sissies!" - Bette Davis "We are always the same age inside." - Gertrude Stein Hell yeah! That's me! and all of you other old farts talking about "age ain't nothing but a number" and so on - can kiss my wrinkled old ass! Actually wrinkles are not my problem, but if I discover another ache I'm gonna scream! Getting out of a chair ain't what it used to be! And my life cycles are all outta whack as I speedily leave my childbearing years behind me. …
Waiting for the Shoe to Drop
I sent a "Happy Birthday!" email to a friend today, thinking how fortunate it was that a mutual friend reminded me of the birthday in time. She is a gorgeous woman, smart, funny and vivacious. She responded: Thanks so much..50 can u believe it!!!! I'm sitting at... hosp waiting for my 3rd radiation treatment..3 down and 13 to go!! But doing well. Miss you! Happy New Year X0X0 Picture my stunned reaction: mouth dropped open - stunned face. She went to the doctor. Had her mammogram. Bam! …
Old friends: “I’m Fat!”
It was inevitable. We are 48 years old. There are five of us bemoaning our advancing age, aches and waistlines. And there were reading glasses appearing out of nowhere! …