I spent a weekend in Kingston visiting some dear friends. We had a great time running hither and yon, shopping, admiring the leaves, walking the dogs, winterizing one friend’s apartment, shopping, shopping, seeing a not-so-bad community theater production and trying new restaurants.
One of those restaurants brought on an "age Gottcha!" We walked into a charming country restaurant for lunch after spending an enjoyable hour browsing through a crafts collective. After we were seated, I looked around and noticed that we were surrounded by what were clearly old people. They had grey hair. They had wrinkles. And for a moment – just a moment – I thought, "Why are we here with all these Seniors?" Then I looked around my own table. Grey hair. Wrinkles. Whoops!
It was a bit of a jolt to be reminded that my companions and I are all past 60. It was also a joy to realize that it’s true that you’re only as old as you feel. How wonderful that it can take a long, careful look in the mirror to be reminded of your age. How wonderful to have a long list of adventures ahead. I think of my grandmother taking a new job in her mid-80’s – as caretaker to an old lady.
There’s something to all those commercials about the new retirement. And good genes and a good colorist can’t hurt!
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