Dozens of truths in your piece and in the advice your friends have given is right on target. Thank you all. Wonderful way to start this morning as a reminder to this 87 year old, as of two days ago, that when I perform the same operation as you, Richard, I should refrain from playing my game: It's called, "Can you perform this act on your left leg a well as you are able to do it with the right? Nancy Harmon Jenkins is right. I should listen to her. The number 80 is the devil in disguise. Nancy, I am going to send this piece and its comments to the dozens of my friends who are more than half-way to the next number. (Nancy, I am the one with the same last name as yours on my birth certificate.)
Judy, you would like Nancy, I'm sure. She's a true Mainer and a wonderful food writer. I hear that said about being 80, which is fast--to fast for my liking--approaching.
Oh, Lord! Where was Gaywyn wirh the video camera!? Sorry. Not funny, I know. At our age it's best to sit down while dressing. We do balance exercises daily also. Falls are definitely ignoble exits. Thanks for the vivid warning.
Just last night I was talking with a group of people our age and older about aging. We all admitted FEAR OF FALLING is something we hadn’t expected to experience multiple times a day. You are not alone. You have a tribe.
I now don't feel so alone in my own fumbling toward whatever! Been af aller/tripper all my life. Got a bum knee, twisted hip, twice a broken foot--all before I turned 55! Here's my own underwear story: Couple months ago, someone pushed me into one of those store stand-alone displays filled with sharp plastic pretzel canisters. It fell over then I fell on top, splayed all over the place with a good view of my not the best panties on. The news item I composed right there: "Old lady dies in the cereal section of the Food Town Supermaket yesterday. 'She looks just like Wily E. Cayote,' one spectator commented before the crone was scraped off the floor. ..... So sit down, hold on to railings, take heed of the amazing number of people who are suddenly younger than you. As my wise aunt said once, nothings wrong with moving like a herd of turtle. Be well, Richard! We're all behind you holding you up!
Time to go commando?
Haha. Don't want to frighten anyone.
Dozens of truths in your piece and in the advice your friends have given is right on target. Thank you all. Wonderful way to start this morning as a reminder to this 87 year old, as of two days ago, that when I perform the same operation as you, Richard, I should refrain from playing my game: It's called, "Can you perform this act on your left leg a well as you are able to do it with the right? Nancy Harmon Jenkins is right. I should listen to her. The number 80 is the devil in disguise. Nancy, I am going to send this piece and its comments to the dozens of my friends who are more than half-way to the next number. (Nancy, I am the one with the same last name as yours on my birth certificate.)
Judy, you would like Nancy, I'm sure. She's a true Mainer and a wonderful food writer. I hear that said about being 80, which is fast--to fast for my liking--approaching.
Oh, Lord! Where was Gaywyn wirh the video camera!? Sorry. Not funny, I know. At our age it's best to sit down while dressing. We do balance exercises daily also. Falls are definitely ignoble exits. Thanks for the vivid warning.
I actually wish it had been filmed.
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Richard, once you hit 80 it all starts to fall apart. Enjoy your last year before that and then sit down to put on your underwear!
Now, why didn't I think of that?
Just last night I was talking with a group of people our age and older about aging. We all admitted FEAR OF FALLING is something we hadn’t expected to experience multiple times a day. You are not alone. You have a tribe.
Fallen angels!
I now don't feel so alone in my own fumbling toward whatever! Been af aller/tripper all my life. Got a bum knee, twisted hip, twice a broken foot--all before I turned 55! Here's my own underwear story: Couple months ago, someone pushed me into one of those store stand-alone displays filled with sharp plastic pretzel canisters. It fell over then I fell on top, splayed all over the place with a good view of my not the best panties on. The news item I composed right there: "Old lady dies in the cereal section of the Food Town Supermaket yesterday. 'She looks just like Wily E. Cayote,' one spectator commented before the crone was scraped off the floor. ..... So sit down, hold on to railings, take heed of the amazing number of people who are suddenly younger than you. As my wise aunt said once, nothings wrong with moving like a herd of turtle. Be well, Richard! We're all behind you holding you up!
This is hilarious, Pat. I'm a little hesitant to say, but...I can just see this!
Love love love this. I just sent it to four friends of a certain age. I'd write more here but must go do my balance exercises before I fall down.
This seems more common than I imagined.