Words that make me want to lash out at the speaker. It's the phrase, "Eighty years young." or "One Hundred Years Young," referring to an ancient old lady (usually a woman, men don't make it to ninety and one hundred as a rule)
"Mother smile. We'll take a picture while you cut the birthday cake." The dear old soul can't hold the knife and may not know what the hell is going on . She won't have enough breath to blow out the candles.
I am very old, soon to be ninety-two As long as I have my wits don't set me up as if I've lost them. I can count to one hundred backwards. I read books! I sing when no one can hear me. I send e-mails to my family. And they reply!
I am blessed with good health but I don't take it for granted. I treat my body with respect and look after it as best I can. The thing is, time is running out! I don't have a future except from day to day. Can't make long range plans for there is no "long range."
However, I am writing a Lady Mary Mystery. I don't have a hope in hell of getting it published and that is just fine. I don't need the hassle of receiving rejections. I had enough of them before my romance novels were published.
So I am OLD. I don't pretend to be anything but OLD. I am blessed with a good memory and have wonderful memories that make me smile.
Enjoy the day. Smile. Hug a tree or give it a passing pat.
Anita
www.anitabirt.com
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