Yes, and Then Some
“If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.” 95 year young Nadine Stair
Insurance actuaries, those buttoned down gents who tell us how long we will live and how well we will live, miss a bet every day as Americans live longer than ever before. And, as the magazine AARP testifies, over 60s, 70s and even 80s live younger every day. My sassy friend Catta, age 70, shocked her automobile mechanic age about 40, the other day. Talking about an aged headlight and other pricey repairs needed to keep her car on the road, Catta flipped at him, “I’d rather give up my car than give up sex.” Good thing his teeth were his own; he surely would have dropped them otherwise. Truth is she meant it.
And hurrah for her. One of the last known discriminations in America is age discrimination. At 20, you’re on the fast track. At 30 to about 38, you’re Superman and Wonder Woman, all systems go.
When you hit forty, you duck the celebration décor that says “40” in huge letters — and when someone gives you a paper hat that says “Over the Hill,” you know you’re in America. So here’s my unasked for opinion: Live, laugh and be merry. Pick more daisies. Flirt every chance you get.
Ride more rafts down those rapids. And yes, have more and/or better sex. It’s not over until the fat lady sings.
I know you all know my Mom, at age 82, jitterbugged her way through her eighth wedding anniversary with her new hubby, age 69. What it took me a while to find out was that Mom, at age 80, was a “hot patootie.” Before they died, my darling stepfather sneaked in a wicked little image of their courtship. We were driving across the Sahara Desert; Mom was talking about a cruise she and my stepfather took and “Dad” turned in his seat, grinned widely and said as an aside: “That was before we were married, too. Even the Captain didn’t know we were “shacking up.” Mom blushed and said, “Ooooh, Richard. Don’t tell her that.” I thought, Good for them.
Wherever you are in your life’s continuum, here’s the ticket; Grab life by the horns and ride it cowboy – or cowgal!
Meditation for the Day
“It ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings.”
Action for the Day
Today, Ill sing, laugh, dance, love, work at something I enjoy and celebrate love every chance I get. I’ll grab life by the horns and ride it for all its worth. And then some.
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