September 13, 2019
“The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes.”
Frank Lloyd Wright
Here we go again, another Friday. I’ll be dining with friends tonight and seeing the new production of the Actors Theatre of Indiana on Sunday. They are part of what I get to do being an unencumbered senior.
Folks my age can enjoy their lives if they just let go and have fun. We really do not need to worry about impressing anyone, nor do we have to worry about the critics. My friend Judy sent me the following yesterday and it reminded me that what life offers us is up to us.
A message from my friend Judy
I am forwarding this to those on my Seniors e-mail list because it is so well written. Please send back ( I did ) It’s neat. Don’t delete this one, you’ll laugh when you see the return message.
As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon;before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 & 70’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach, in a swimsuit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet passes? But broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.
A reporter from New York was visiting an old colleague who now edited a newspaper in a tiny Vermont town.
“I don’t see how you do it,” the NY reporter said. “How can you drum up interest in the news when everybody in town knows what everybody else is doing?”
“Sure they know,” the editor said, “but they read the paper to see who got caught at it.”
Men who don’t understand women fall into two categories: bachelors and husbands.
A pretty young lass had just joined the golf club, and Greg offered to give her some instruction. He stood close behind her and showed her how grip the club and how to swing back and forward.
Their moving bodies caused the zipper on his fly to get caught in the zipper of her skirt. They were stuck fast together. Slowly they were moving towards the club house to get assistance, when suddenly a big brown dog jumped out from behind a bush and threw a bucket water over them.
We must have the courage to allow a little disorder in our lives.
Two horses were walking back to the paddock after a day’s training. One says to the other, “I can’t understand why we are so slow, we come from good stock, we have the best of food, great trainers, and yet we come last in every race.”
There was a dog running along side them who overheard and said, “I know what your problem is. I’ve seen you race and it looks to me like you begin the race really fast and use up all your energy too soon. Then towards the end, you have nothing left. What you should do is pace yourselves, and when all the other horses are exhausted, put in a spurt and you’re sure to win. What do you think of that?”
The horses looked at one another and said, “WOW, a talking dog!”
Without geometry, life is pointless.
A man walks into a dentist’s surgery and says, “Excuse me, can you help me. I think I’m a moth.”
Dentist: “You don’t need a dentist. You need a psychiatrist.”
Man: “Yes, I know.”
Dentist: “So why did you come in here?”
Man: “The light was on.”
“What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.”
Engineering classes at the University of Maryland are tough, and struggling students sometimes go to extremes in order to pass. Grading exams one semester, I got to this question: “What is the relationship between kinetic and potential energy?”
One student, obviously stumped, decided to get clever and wrote, “As far as I know, they’re just friends, but there could be something else going on there.”
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent – that is to triumph over old age.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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