I'm the life of the party...... even if it lasts until 8 p.m.
I'm very good at opening childproof caps.... with a hammer.
I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.
I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a thing you're saying.
I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place, somewhere.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.
I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.
I'm a walking storeroom of facts..... I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.
Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and I think I am having the time of my life!
You are so right, is it not strange how life becomes more fun with age. Once the converted puberty at around 50 was over, life started to glow, and it does not really matter if one morning you wake up having two left arms on the right side of your shoulder and the right leg sticked into the gap of where the left arm is supposed to sit.
When I lose hearing though I will not smile the two first hours, missing all the old songs to which I used to dance Charleston. wearing long necklaces,at least ten of them, the pearls were made of plastic and the price a dime/necklace Sometimes when I listen to the music I get real enthusiastic, I fly from the chair and start shaking my behind, thinking I am dancing like some forty years ago until I catch a glimpse in the mirror and wonder if the lady in there will make it to the ladies-room, she certainly looks as if in big trouble.
Oh I love a thread like this, where I feel it is okay to cut the shiny finish, somewhere to go to be real, alive and not afraid to show your face even if you wake up one morning with big bags under your eyes and a new wrinkle in the face.
Let us keep having fun together, and enjoy and own our mistakes and tinyness.
ladyfingersOPclovis, nm, New Mexico USA5,456 posts
silentspring: You are so right, is it not strange how life becomes more fun with age. Once the converted puberty at around 50 was over, life started to glow, and it does not really matter if one morning you wake up having two left arms on the right side of your shoulder and the right leg sticked into the gap of where the left arm is supposed to sit.
When I lose hearing though I will not smile the two first hours, missing all the old songs to which I used to dance Charleston. wearing long necklaces,at least ten of them, the pearls were made of plastic and the price a dime/necklace Sometimes when I listen to the music I get real enthusiastic, I fly from the chair and start shaking my behind, thinking I am dancing like some forty years ago until I catch a glimpse in the mirror and wonder if the lady in there will make it to the ladies-room, she certainly looks as if in big trouble.
Oh I love a thread like this, where I feel it is okay to cut the shiny finish, somewhere to go to be real, alive and not afraid to show your face even if you wake up one morning with big bags under your eyes and a new wrinkle in the face.
Let us keep having fun together, and enjoy and own our mistakes and tinyness.
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I'm the life of the party...... even if it lasts until 8 p.m.
I'm very good at opening childproof caps.... with a hammer.
I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.
I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a thing you're saying.
I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place, somewhere.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.
I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.
I'm a walking storeroom of facts..... I've just
lost the key to the storeroom door.
Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and I think I am
having the time of my life!