Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Seventy is the new twenty, and if that's right, what does it mean to be sixty?

Should we all be ashamed of our real age?
Why can’t we say seventy is seventy?
And that you are doing fine!
Think about it, if seventy is twenty than what, is sixty, ten?

Nah, at ten we were all in school and had homework, couldn’t date, drive, vote or join the military, or work force, since Mommy and Daddy took care of us…Geez, ten ain’t that bad, him?

And at ten, we didn’t have sore joints or bad eyesight or care about how we looked or competed with other men or women to be the bestest, oh sure, maybe in board games or sports we would play or a foot race, but not in life, and wanting to make more money than G-d! (And that statement is wrong, since I am more than sure that he doesn’t deal in that type of currency.)
But being the age you are when you are should be just that, and we should all be proud at each and every year that we gain another! Since we all know the alternative to not getting older is DEAD!
Take a clue from George Burns who always told his age and lived to one hundred and worked nearly till the end or Betty White now ninety and proud and working more than ever and today an octogenarian, Rita Moreno feisty and loaded with smarts and gainfully employed and like Betty as sharp as a tack!

I so wish that I was in better health to do half of what they do! Yep, the health card does change things; even a child of ten can feel like ninety, if not well… that’s what should be important, i.e. how you actually feel… But be damned if you mention it in public…I have learned to fib, just a little, I know I abhor lying but, as many do… when I am asked, how are you today? Lately, I find myself saying okay or fine, even ‘great’ or ‘just ducky’; when I really am not, but if it is someone who knows my medical score/story I have a tendency to say, can’t complain, and if I did who would listen to me anyway. (Ha!) That ‘ha’ is important since most will think that you’re odd saying such a thing, but we all know that I am anyway, but it fools the strangers that know my ills, hmm that makes no sense what-so-ever!

We all know going out into the world when your life is not that exciting due to the inability to get out that often. Human contact is a lifeline to you being part of the world order and feel the need to talk to everyone you come into contact with… I know many have too much going on and don’t need some short fat scooterized blond blue-eyed gal annoying them with small talk or more substantive talk…Now when I say it like that it doesn’t sound that bad, does it?
I was referring to the blue-eyed blond part, yep its odd how my hair has maintained its natural blond colorizing since my fifteenth year on this planet with a few years of deviations of trying some other palettes along the growing up period and beyond!
The blue eyes have always been I hear tell that I was born that way! Although, believe it or not our younger son had blue eyes for years and then in his teens they turned hazel, just like his grandpa’s, my Dad’s, how odd?
And sadly I had not noticed until filling out a form, he held me to task on that one! Horrible mother I felt and feel that to this day. I always thought his were like mine and his two grandmas and our elder son’s were the same chocolate brown of his Dad’s…I was embarrassed by not noticing and saddened that they had changed, since we had been so much alike in too many other ways…I do believe it was only the beginning of our differences … another story another time…too sad.

In closing, I do have a point to all these ramblings and that is… that I will be in about three weeks, if lucky, sixty-two years old and I am looking forward to that milestone… some never reach it, too sadly… and I am pretty sure that I will…so I am happy about that and you should display that badge of honor and share it with all you hold near and dear, family and friends and strangers and whom ever will listen to you, get a loud speaker and shout it from the rooftop scream with your lungs or out of the window but hold on tight if you are up several floors, that you are so proud to be, Blankety Blank or an additional digit, like Willard Scott wishes Happy Birthday to those over one hundred which are many,(Willard being usually in D.C. or Florida) the station being NBC out of New York proclaims those daily for Smucker’s jams and jellies, his sponsor!
I mentioned holding on tight, because the last thing and it would be is... I mean if you let go and fell out of that window from, let’s just say from the tenth floor, now that’s gotta hurt… kidding! You know why? Because… if I gotta tell you than, see ya! HA!

On that loonier than I ought to be dissertation of the evening.., allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly to count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

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