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You Know You’re Really a Senior When …

June 30, 2016

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Some idle musings …

  • When did all the hair on my arms disappear? I mean ALL of it.
  • When did the blue lines on my legs way outnumber the few random sprouts of hair still on my legs?
  • When did date night mean being happy you can afford the coupon special at Hardees?
  • When did insurance companies wanting to sell you Part A or Part B begin thinking you were dumb enough to send name, birth date and spouses name on an open Return Card through the mail—no envelope. Why not include the social security number too? Oh, and why does applying for Medicare feel harder than any, any college class you ever took?
  • When did you start getting on so many mailing lists for old people products? Oh wait, it might have been when buying those zippered compression stockings for your hub from Dream Products (and yes the zippers help!)
  • When did owning two Senior passes to all of the National Parks in the U.S. seem like a mixed blessing?StuartEast
  • When did a 15 minute hike up to a Shenandoah National Park overlook—which ended in NOT being able to do the one rock scramble that was there because you were afraid of hurting yourself, and your spouse was already recovering from surgery, so you wimped out—feel like an accomplishment anyway because you didn’t HAVE to do it to feel happy.

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    After the rock fail: happy that I had the good sense not to try it that day. Another time!

Getting older is not for wusses.

I once wrote a book called You Know You’re a Mother When filled with all the sleepless nights, disasters and triumphs of early parenting. Exactly the stage two of my daughters are in now.

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Back then I was the one to mostly get up with them in the middle of the night because of breastfeeding. Now my husband is the one to get up three to four times because of pain or not being able to sleep.

Not fun however your sleepless nights come.

But as Madeleine L’Engle put it so beautifully, “The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.”

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Unless of course there’s dementia. My heart and prayers go out to a friend who just found out that his mother’s second husband has pretty severe dementia and his mother had been hiding it from the whole family until she ended up in the hospital from the stress of being a caregiver at her age.

Getting older is truly not for wusses.

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What can you add to the fun list of things that you’ve discovered about aging, starting with the words “When did …” ? I might do a follow up on this blog or in my column, Another Way.

Or, what stories do you have from the less-fun list of why getting older takes strong women and men?

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Some of you follow both the Another Way newspaper column online and my blog (thank you, thank you). So you may have already read my series on Growing Older with more serious content, plus you can also download a PDF of the series.     

 

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14 Comments
  1. Margaret Kauffman permalink

    What an interesting blog. I am guessing many of your readers can relate!

  2. Hoping so! Thanks, Margaret.

  3. Margaret Kauffman permalink

    …and I would have to add “With the eighties came hearing aids and dentures”!

  4. Athanasia permalink

    I don’t feel like I’m aging or older, so nothing to add.

    • Just keep reading here and you’ll know what to look out for!! I didn’t feel like I was aging until I hit 60. Forty was fine, 50 was not a big deal. I’ve heard others say the same thing.

      • Athanasia permalink

        Well my sister and I will be 55 this summer. Every 5 years we do a big joint birthday party so that is coming up. No grey hair yet plus my husband is 5 years younger than me. I’ll keep an eye out as you suggest.

  5. Athansia, did I know you have a twin? How fun. Blessings! (My husband keeps me younger too, he’s 2.3 years younger than me.) 🙂

    • Athanasia permalink

      I know I mentioned it on Marion’s one time in response to something…she married right out of highschool to a widowed farmer with children. She always wanted to be a farm wife. She and I shared a bedroom up until the night before her wedding. Or maybe I mentioned it when I told how our grandma decided to have us do all the baking as our cooking instructions.

  6. It’s beside the point, but I love to see your photos of “the purple mountains of Virginia,” a fragment of the lyrics from the EMC college song I remember from so long ago.

    I’ve used the Madeleine L’Engle quote too, sometimes on birthday cards. I’m going to select age 26 right now, though my body protests. Love this post, Melodie! Note: I married a younger man, by 1 1/2 years, a smart move, don’t you think?

    • Thanks for the comment on the photos; I wanted to use them and felt they made a decent backdrop for looking at the path ahead, etc. But I’m afraid I never learned the EMC college song as well as you! Interesting that you and Athanasia have both commented on younger husbands. Right now my younger husband is feeling his years (post op) so he’s so glad for my help. Thanks for checking in.

  7. Elaine permalink

    Ha, I am older than my husband, too, by 22 months. What is it with us gals? 🙂 My husband kids that I was the only one left after the other available girls went off to college. We will be married 48 years in October.

    Ahh, the aging process! The last two or three years (I’m 71) I’ve noticed considerable changes in my mobility. Seems like each winter takes some of that away, but overall we are thankful for good health.

    An elderly lady once told me to enjoy my 60’s and travel, etc because it doesn’t get any better than this. lol I think she’s right.

    • Elaine, yes, I was beginning to wonder the same thing. I’ve noticed other couples in their late 60s and early 70s following the “travel now” advice and that sounds very good to me! Thanks for your additional notes. I think no matter what we “lose” in the aging process, there’s always much to be thankful for. Congrats on going on 48 years together.

  8. A good post–vulnerable.

    • Hey, thanks, SK. There were things I could have included in the list above that would have been even more embarrassing maybe. 🙂

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