‘Get Back Your Mojo’ Challenge

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I guess I’m having a midlife crisis – okay hush you skeptics. I fully plan to live to the ripe old age of 124 which means I’m just barely middle aged. For some time now  I’ve been struggling with something to which I can’t assign a name.

I gave myself a facial but it didn’t make me feel any better.  I just felt like an old broad with mud on her face.

My old friend, the late Ada Harvey, called the condition

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Gone missing: A sense of wonder

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For some time now I’ve had the sense that something important was missing. I checked and all my underwear is in place, my tires have been rotated and bills are paid up for another month. What could it be?

I changed my toothpaste, bought some bubble bath and toyed with the idea of quitting my job and moving to Nepal. But then I remembered I am retired and have no job. Does anyone know where Nepal is?

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Rules of Engagement

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I was catching up with a friend at the supermarket this week and she asked what my new book is going to be about.  I said it will offer ideas on how to approach the aging process from an angle other than just letting it sweep my generation away without a fight.

“Aging,” she almost spat in disgust. “I’m against it,” she said unequivocally as if discussing the H1n1 swine flu. She was obviously in peak condition and had just come from Pilates class.  This girl wasn’t going lightly and I liked her spunk.

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Strangers in a strange land

devilNel and I have been working on our new book which is tentatively titled “What the Hell?” It is about aging disgracefully.  It was her idea and she’s busy painting little devils attacking little angels.

I was calling the book “Now, what?” but she said let’s just throw it all out there and call aging what it is – hell.   I’m not sure my Daddy will approve, but “What the Hell”? I’m sixty something and he’s ninety something and I doubt he can catch me to put me over his knee any longer.

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