OMG! Did I really say that I am thankful for aging gracefully? Well, I do think I am doing a fairly good job of it. Most of my neighbors are too. But, there is a difference in aging and getting old. Today, although with this damp weather I am feeling a little older than I usually do, I am thankful that while the body is aging I am not getting too old.
As most of the readers know or should have guessed by now I’m not into fancy stuff. I have never been a satin and lace kind of person. Now, I never minded looking feminine, especially back in the day when all my bits were agreeable. Today I care less about what I wear or what anyone thinks of it. I still get, “Are you going to wear that?” when I am going to the doctor. Well, the doctor isn’t going to see me in anything but that little fly-tail open back gown. He could care less if I wear new overalls or old ones. I do try to wear clean ones.
Some days I’m not necessarily as clean as I should be. Oh, I’m not a dirty person by any means. But, sometimes I do get a few smudges on my overalls during the course of the day. And some days I wear my really old and comfortable soft bibs that are worn out — you know the kind with the hole in the knee or the patch on the backside to keep people from seeing what color the undies are, or if the undies are.
But, generally speaking I’m aging gracefully. I’m not particularly fond of the idea of getting old. I do try to keep up. But, the other night when we were watching one of those music award shows I didn’t recognize the first one of those singers. Oh, sure. I know Norah Jones when I see her. And, I recognize Beyonce and Alisha Keyes. But, I’m not so familiar with those boys with all that eyeliner. The last time I knew of a male singer with eyeliner it was either Boy George — thank goodness his first name was “Boy” — or maybe I would recognize Marilyn Manson.
Recently when watching television with the kids they are talking about one “star” or another and I ask them to tell me about them. Well, some people are stars “just because.” For instance, who is this man named “Jon” that has everyone’s knickers in a twist? He is or was married to someone named Kate that has really neat hair. Now, what did they do?
And, for the life of me there are those people who are famous for doing nothing — Perez Hilton, no relation to Paris Hilton although neither seem to have much talent for doing anything of value. But, they can draw a crowd. What have they done to be “stars’? I’ve seen a bit of Paris Hilton and someone else on a farm. Displaying ignorance must be a qualifier for stardom these days.
Anyway, I do try to keep up. I mean I saw Snoop Dogg on The View a couple of days ago. I knew who he was. And, I know who Emily Blunt is. But, there is a subset of “stars” that have escaped me. Maybe I am getting old.
Back to aging gracefully — I’m definitely in the senior citizen category. I got a card in the mail the other day that says so. And, I get that extra 5% off for being old when I go to the market on Wednesday. That’s enough to make me age a little more gracefully.
What I don’t understand is why some older women, past the age of cougars and not quite to the between 80 and dead range, become so sour on life. Now, I bring this up because I endured a luncheon the other day with a woman who is a few years older than my 60. It did not matter which direction the conversation headed she always interjected something about wrinkles followed by how miserable it is to be old.
There is nothing miserable about getting older as long as you are still living. Oh, I don’t mean just breathing and still on top of the earth. I mean living — participating in life, taking part, being a part of life, and enjoying it.
Well, tonight is old people’s night. After a day of football we are going to watch a movie before the Sunday night game, if time permits. As a group we usually select a movie that most of us want to see. Then we hope that Netflix delivers on time. Tonight we are going to watch “Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs.” Yeah, we all love Sid and Manny and Diego.
On second thought — maybe we aren’t aging gracefully. But, we are loving every minute of getting older.
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