Musings of an Elder Elderblogger

Today is a grey snowy day in the mountains---with several cold and snowy days to follow. It could be very depressing, but it feels cozy here in our little nest. (I don’t go insane, out-of-my-mind nutso about the winter weather when I know for sure I can’t go out. Last week I was ready to backpack back to sunny FL because the sky was clear and blue but the byways were icy and clogged.) Only someone from ND or Manitoba would willingly venture out now.

Today I feel like an creaky, motheaten old bear ready for a nice little hibernation. There’s a fire in the fireplace. Son Jack is in his home office, inexorably sucked---yet again into his computer. Lovely DIL Carole is on the couch attacking the Sunday Times crossword puzzle and I’m blog surfing. Even the brainlessly frenetic Samthedog is curled up asleep on the rug. Yes, it’s cozy.

I must say I was a bit astounded as I cruised senior cyberspace today. A 60 year old blogger wondered what she would do with the rest of her life. Another writer in her 70s was bored, bored, bored. I couldn’t relate. I still can’t believe I’m as old as they tell me I am. If I truly believed---in my heart, mind and soul that I’m almost 85 I’d be shocked, insulted and depressed. I can’t be. There are still things I want to do, things I’m very interested in and a sharp awareness of what’s going on. And I’m still cute---Or I will be once I get my new teeth---or when everybody gets a sense of humor.

I’m much happier and easier-to-get-along-with than I was when I was younger. Say about 20 years ago. Above is a photo taken when I visited the kids in CO before I retired. I don’t look like a happy camper do I? I wasn’t. Old age has been much more fun and fulfilling. Here’s a picture of Carole, Jazzthedog and me taken late summer last year. What do you think?