Feeling Old

[NightskyeB4Dawn]

And the beat goes on. I was invited to a "Long Time No See" luncheon on Tuesday this week, and just invited to a missed birthday luncheon on Thursday.

Keep in mind folks, that at all of these affairs, I am the oldest, and 20 to 30 years older than the next oldest of the groups.

If I ever slow down, I will likely never start up again.

I pictured Mother Abigail in a rocking chair on a wood porch...with no fencing.
Live & learn.

To your last line - it takes great will and determination (or, the finest incentive) to re-start.

Did you happen to see the Clint Eastwood movie (within the last decade or so), where his floral business died...and he succumbed to the beckoning's of others to become a mule for some unsavory drug smugglers?

Don't really know why that came to mind... Probably a misaligned Hollywood Square...

I am called a lot of things.

The Coffee Lady.
The Snack Lady.
Auntie.
Sister.
The Go To Lady.
The IT Lady.
The Crazy Lady.

I am very blessed to be still very active, and I have learned to not let aches, pains, stiffness, or even fatigue, get the best of me. Pain has become so normal to me, that if I am lucky to have a few moments without it, it seems totally abnormal. I can still carry a 50 pound bag of dog food in one arm and 5 or 6 bags of groceries in the other.

I had to show my ID to a police officer last Friday night, because when I was going through the chain of custody and transferring evidence, he asked me my date of birth, and he thought I was joking him when I told him. He did not believe me, so I had to prove it to him. To be honest, a lot of those younger folk don't know how really old I truly am.