Did you know that your attitude about aging can have a bigger influence on your longevity than lowering your blood pressure or cholesterol?
That day we placed grocery bags on our heads (pictured above) and pronounced them “stunning” is a case in point. It was a cold rainy day which instantly turned sunny when we were together.
I’ve been reading a lot of existential mumbo jumbo while trying to make sense of the ups and downs of this thing called life.
I have a quote hanging over my computer which reads “The two most important days of our lives are the day we were born and the day we figured out why.” I’m still waiting in anticipation for that second day but it just hasn’t happened. But then, there’s always today…
Yeah, right. Like sour milk. Not that I’m in a funk – not at all. In fact, I’m in a good space and have been for days since the weatherman promised cooler fallish temperatures this week.
They arrived this morning and I pulled on my walking shoes for the first time since 2013 and set out for a walk. I even took my walking pole (to look like a purposeful walker). It was still dark so I didn’t bother to primp-up which also insured no bad guys would try to attack – they would likely run the opposite direction..
For some strange reason every time I have a PET-CT scan (well okay, I’ve only had two in my life) but both times I had an out of body experience. Today was a doozie.
Is my glass half empty or half full? Sometimes the glass is just too blamed big…or like in my case it has a slow leak.
Thinking about that leak, I am organizing a protest for the flagrant insults I see spreading around the country with regard to senior citizen status. First of all, I don’t like being called a senior. I was a senior a half century ago at West Point High School and there’s no relationship whatsoever.