Posts Tagged ‘Old’

Getting Old

April 11, 2018

Reprinting something a friend of mine wrote many moons ago…it still makes me smile so I wanted to share again.  ENJOY


Whoever coined the phrases “growing old gracefully” and “the golden years” should be strung up on the nearest tree!

I don’t know how you grow old gracefully when your body becomes less agile and your ability to stretch is limited because you are afraid you’ll “snap” like an old rubber band.

I have no idea if those years are golden as my eyesight is not as good as it once was, and the insurance I paid into all my life doesn’t cover glasses or teeth (and those are the first things to go!) That’s Medicare of course.

Somehow in my education I didn’t realize over a hundred dollars will be deducted for part B, before you even get social security. Then of course you have to pay for a supplement each month because Medicare doesn’t cover everything. The tricky part is if Medicare won’t cover any part of a procedure; neither will the supplement you are paying for -to the tune of over $150. a month if you can find one for that low price.

By the way, once you apply for Medicare you get a non-stop snail mail box full of “life insurance applications for your family to have, and burial insurance so they won’t suffer from the cost when you croak. I mean it is non-stop. Thanks for reminding my life of this planet will soon be over. Didn’t have enough to think about!

I plan to be “taken care of” the cheapest way possible. – Burn baby burn. I won’t take up precious space on this planet to plant my body and have people come there to tearfully remember me. I would rather plant flowers there! Also, in my world to come, I trust God will know how to fix everything my poor body has suffered in this lifetime.

After so many years the body just starts to kind of give out, and you never know when or where it will happen. After the first injury or accident then everyone is afraid to let you do anything because you may fall again. I don’t know if that’s because they worry about you, or because they don’t want to have to take care of you again.

No worries. I swear you’ll never hear “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” come from my mouth! Older people are usually spoken of as the butt of jokes. The ironic thing is one day those folks will be the butt of the jokes-for now they are just butts!

Heaven forbid you want to do something really fun — “It’s not a good idea.” “It’s too dangerous”. If I weren’t happily married I’d go out and have unprotected sex just for the danger factor. (NOT REALLY)

“It’s not a good idea to go barefooted.” “You’d better not get a dog.” “Watch what you eat.” “Etc.”

Kill me now.

When you find you need to use a cane because some uncaring medical people left you out in the cold until you are in permanent disrepair, don’t worry about accidentally forgetting it…everyone will remind you that you need to take the cane.

The baggers at the grocery store begin to call you ma’am, and ask if you need help carrying one bag to the car. Teenagers look at you like you have already died, and of course lost your mind way before that!

When you hear a whistle you know it’s just some older person grasping at the talent of whistling. To whistle – a talent once appreciated – long ago!. You know it’s not a “whistle” meant for you because you are so sexy and have such a stunning figure.

Everything drops. What they don’t tell you if your feet get bigger too, and all the hair that used to grow on your legs just grows on your face now!

I don’t feel guilty about not being Martha Stewart in the housekeeping department, I will go outside and sit in the sun (still with book in hand) and read to my heart’s content. With my glasses off my home is perfectly dust free.

What is “grandma in a box”? Well it’s not a coffin I’ll tell you that! I was going to wrap a box in birthday paper and surprise my granddaughter for her birthday. With my luck I probably would have suffocated and surprised her with grandma falling to the floor dead!
Not a good surprise. Either that or be so stiff I would be permanently unable to move from being stuffed in the box.

After you turn 65 – face it – you may still feel 45 in your mind – but the REAL prejudice is against those of us who live long enough to be known as “the old folks, old people, our elderly, the over the hill gang, seniors (say isn’t a senior in high school or college someone to be looked up to and revered?)

I could write a book about it all, but just to let you know – my wits are about me! My memory is as sharp as ever. I am still the captain of my ship and God the Master of my mind. I really am still “too sexy for my shirt”, and my cane doubles as a weapon so that if anyone pulls any crap on me I can beat them to death with it – and I wouldn’t hesitate.

I don’t hold back and just “be nice” – IF someone deserves to be told off I will do it with wit and class – but I will do it. I don’t hold anything inside. I dress exactly the way I want to, and love the freedom.

When no one is looking I will do what I damn please and take any risk I opt to…why not? There isn’t too much I haven’t done in my life (a lot I wish I hadn’t done), and what the heck is the difference. It could kill me?

No one knows when they are through with being on this earth – at best my life is less than two decades, and so if you see me flying through the air with some young stud attached to my back, don’t be surprised!

Well, I probably will be holding tight to my husband, whom I still adore, sitting behind him on his Harley, going a 100 miles an -hour down some back road!

Life doesn’t have to be over just because you have aged like a fine, fine wine! Or better yet in my case, an aged bottle of good whiskey! One that gives warmth to your innards, and a glow on your cheeks.

Tips for a Great Day!

February 24, 2017

These are a few of my favorite things anyone has said to me in my entire life. I have tried to base my actions and my days on these things.

Someone once told me I have the faint cracklings of a healer. I loved that. I would love to heal everything – people, scenarios, reasons for war and discontent, communication between people. I cannot of course – but I can keep trying.

My daughter told me once that I channel what I believe…I channel God. Now I know I have not always, for sure, been a true reflection, but it surely inspired me.

I was told that my presence at that particular time, to that particular person was that of an angel. I have been told that several times, and I loved that to aspire to…Wasn’t that lovely? Of course I know I am not – but I fly in my dreams – and I know I could in this life, if I could just remember how!

My son told me he was sorry for all the times he had been mean to me. I was shocked. I never thought a thing of it because we all have our “growth” spurts, and love is unconditional and forever. He said he guessed he was because all through his life I had always been there – in the good times, and in the very bad times. It touched my heart though love never runs away because of fear or distress.

More than once people have said, “I like your smile. It made me smile.” Cool. Less wrinkles to smile, more fun.

I have had a full life thus far, and though most of it is behind me, I look forward to seeing what is next. I want me to be my best ever. I have learned from a thousand mistakes and poor choices, and from that which was not even my fault.

I prayed for guidance last night and woke up to write. I allow myself an hour to pray, read and write upon waking. It is a delicious time.

I could tell you so many terrible things I remember in my lifetime, but the thing about being human is that if we focus on the GOOD – look upward and move onward – and LEARN, we will blossom like a flower. I’d rather be a flower than a prickly cactus. Smiling is so much easier.

Do something for someone today (something little or big) and don’t tell a soul! It will be tempting to talk about it, but it is so much more exhilarating to have the deed between you and whomever you believe as a creator. The Creator watches.

If you don’t believe in a higher power, then silently think about the deed and be proud of your choice, amidst all the tension and delusion that is happening around the world. It will bring a smile to your face sometime-probably more than once. It’s good to share love.

And if you think of the horrible days and comments made to you, then STOP IT. That was then. You can’t take anything back, so pass the good forward.

This is now. On your mark….get set….go!




November 11, 2016

Totally not what I was going to write!

If you aren’t old yet, listen up. This is serious business. I know, you are young and this is your time to party and kick back and do what you want to do. K. I get that. HOWEVER, time is like a huge dog hovering over you as you lay flat on your back…his teeth are white and pointed and his slobber is quickly lengthening to reach the cheek of your face, and then who knows where. Time slips by quickly. Blink and you are in the next decade, and then the next and the next…
If you are NOT mature and prepared to flow into changes (and who the hell is), you may be in for serious trouble. There are no golden years. I’d like to slap the bitch that authored that misnomer and drop her like sand on a sandwich all over the place.

No one will really have time to really care. No one will really understand, though they will try. If I slap you in the face will anyone else feel it? I think not. Try being injured and not recovering. Try being disabled. Try just being older and seeing what reactions you will get. No need in trying – it will happen soon enough.

Even those that love you won’t know what the F…to do. They try, it’s not that they don’t. I only can think it is in God’s plan to make to them, an older person, so irritable and dependent, that the family will feel good when they are released from the burden…you know, the person dies. For sure WAY before that person dies they will be tired and really ready to be relieved of the trauma of aging and disability.

Getting old is lonely and difficult. no matter how much they love you, it is “their time”, and you have to get that. It would just be easier if a person’s mind would age at the same time the body takes a dump!

It is a conundrum.
(look it up if you are not familiar with the word…it is) a good one.

Go to bed.  It is late here.  Get some sleep and wake up and stretch and breathe before you get up.  I’m serious.  Do it!  Seriously. I can’t write any more because I am better than exhausted me.  Night Night.

BEING YOU – It’s a great thing! Believing something – it’s a great thing! BEING OLD – It’s a great thing!

January 28, 2013

Don’t Apologize for Being YOU – DON’T apologize for what you believe!

And for heaven’s sake, don’t apologize for being “old”.

I am astounded, and I HOPE I AM WRONG, but I think I have offended some readers in India by stating what I firmly believe.

I am not a child, nor am I ambiguous about the things I have learned over a lifetime.  I’ll be blunt.  Not everyone wants to say how old he or she is, because there is a time that transition from young to old comes upon you like a tornado.  It’s not easy.  Mama was right.  You have to be tough to be old.

One day you are young and free, and the next day you struggle with your aging body, and begin to be treated (by some people) – like you are a plague on society.

I will get back to the point of this post.   I do not judge other people – nor do I expect to be judged.  I am sixty-eight years old, my photos are current as I think it is fraudulent to put up old photos, and I am happy to be where I am…. I am alive and kicking, and full of the same hopes and dreams I’ve always had.

What has changed is after a lifetime of study and research, and praying and living, is I have come to some conclusions.  I call it personal wisdom.  I have a right to share what I believe because blogs are exactly for that – a public place to write whatever you like, and I do!

You cannot have peace in the world if you cannot accept the fact not everyone thinks or believes the same as you do.  But I am an international mother and grandmother (one of my grandchildren is half Filipino, and the other is Moroccan).  They are beautiful and I adore them and the beautiful new daughters my sons gave me.

One of my sons questions God, and the other is Muslim.  Does that mean I love them any less?  I think not.  EACH MAN or WOMAN must choose.

That is our right as human beings.

So to those who I consider my friends in India, do not be offended because I am who I am.  I take no offense to others choices.  I may not agree, but I respect their right to choose their lives.

So whether you are young, old, man, woman, American or not…be proud of YOU as a human being, and when you find what is right in your heart and spirit, stick to what you believe – but still keep your hearts open to love one another.  Our jobs are to worship God, as we know Him, and love one another.  Is that too much to ask?  Again, I think not.

Oh, by the way, don’t tell my husband of twenty-four years how old I am – he thinks I’m much younger.  (heehee) – He says I just get better and better!

Have a beautiful week and try not to judge others for their choices!  We are not infinite; that isn’t our job.