Three Quarters & Counting (my age) and I’m loosing some of my skills. Many hours after I wrote the following blog message, already in bed for the night, I realized that I used the word “pin” incorrectly. Spelling, and vocabulary, has always been easy for me. At the time I wrote the blog I was confident that my “play on words” was accurate. This is frightening!! It is my hope, and prayer, that I do not lose my memory!!
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Seriously, I received the following… as an email message (at 11:30 PM). This message (Bummer) had been published and the following blog message had been corrected. Without being aware of my faux pas, a friend sends this.
I have good news for you. The first 80 years of your life are the hardest. The second 80 are just a succession of birthday parties. Once you reach 80, you’ve got it made. Everyone wants to carry your baggage, help you up the stairs, find you a seat, get you a cup of coffee. Everyone is so nice. And, if you forget your telephone number, or promise to be three places at the same time, or you can’t remember how many grandchildren you have, you need only explain that you’re 80.
Being 80 is a lot better than being 70. At 70, people are mad at you for everything — they want you to do everything, and know everything, and blame you for everything. If you act foolishly, you’re in your second childhood. Everyone is looking at you for symptoms of softening of the brain.Being 70 is no fun at all. At that age, people expect you to retire to a house in Florida, and complain about your arthritis. But if you survive until you are 80, everyone is surprised that you are still alive. They treat you with respect, and kindness, just for having lived so long. Actually, they seem astonished that you can walk and talk sensibly.So please, folks, try to make it to 80. It’s the best time of your life, people forgive you for anything. If you ask me, life begins at 80!!Anonymous
Three Quarters & Counting 