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  • Growing Older? You Need A Sense of Humor

    Ah aging! 

    As I have gotten older, especially since I turned 65, I have been inundated with mail that goes into a category that I now call…….

    junk mail in box

    Information for those about to die

    The mail is about falling, tripping, funerals, cremation, or selling me insurance so my family can pay for the funeral or cremation expenses.

    But I get nothing that ever tells me how to enjoy the rest of my life. It’s all about “you’re going to die so do something about it.”

    One of the mail pieces I laugh at is from an insurer who thinks I am about to fall – so I am told I need to keep my floor free of things I might trip over.

    But I seem not able to get my dog and cat to pick up after themselves, and so my floor has an array of balls, chew toys, and other roundish objects all over the place.

    All this is in addtion to my having cords to and from charging phones and computers – as well as the fact that keeping my house clear of clutter is lower than lowest on my priority list.

    I plan on enjoying my lfe; not worrying about dying!

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  • Life – and death

    I got a phone call this morning from an old friend back East telling me that a mutual friend had died while on vacation overseas with her daughters…

    All day I have had old memories stirred wherein the 2 of us did things together. We were both in grad school in Boston during the 60’s – then lived near each other in a Boston suburb in the 70’s – and her kids are just a little older than my son. In fact, I wore her maternity clothes all during my pregnancy. We both lived in D.C. at the same time for a few years too.

    What my head has trouble with is that we never know when is our last day [she was just 62]. I’m sure she foresaw a future with grandchildren at her home. I’m sure she had a work schedule planned out for when she returned from this trip. And I’m sure, like several of her friends including me, her desk is a mess and her affairs not in any semblance of order….

    Although sad, I am now working harder at the projects I started this year. Because, although healthy, I’m not getting any younger…none of us is…

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