At a recent social gathering, Eleanor, who is in her late seventies, announced she’s decided to spend an hour a day being old. I roared with laughter, told her I thought it was a great idea ,and decided to try it. But what exactly does it mean to be old? What would I do to practice being old?
It can’t be sitting for hours and reading. I’ve done that since I could read. It can’t be napping. Whenever possible I’ve had a nap a day. In fact, I was probably the only kid who didn’t resist nap time. Maybe I should sit and mindlessly watch dumb TV shows, commercials and all. Oh, wait. That wouldn’t be anything new.
I’m going to have to give this more thought.
Meanwhile in last Sunday’s paper there was an article headlined ” Oldest Resident Marks 103 Years.” She resides in a neighboring retirement community and is reported to be ” inspirational and energetic,” participating regularly in seminars and tai chi classes. She takes daily walks around the grounds and along its network of hiking trails.
Being old sure isn’t what it used to be!
© Dorothy C. Judd
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