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Older can be better

The plusses of being older don't spring to my mind without some effort which is why I'm focusing on the plusses first. This will be followed by the much easier task of listing the negatives.

Here are my 10 top positives:

1. Senior price at the movies (which means you have to purchase the tickets for your under sixty friends. I draw the line at anyone under 50.)

2. At my gourmet grocer, Monday, Tues, and Wed. are Senior Days which means I get !0% off on my groceries. (I was pretty excited about this and actually asked for the discount one week before my 65th birthday. The boy behind the counter asked me for proof and it wasn't because he thought I looked way younger than 65 he was just a butt-head. And when he saw I had one week to go he actually refused to give me the discount.

3. Sticking with my grocery store theme, it's always a plus when the cashier actually does comment that  you look too young to be 65. Of course there are the times they don't say a word and you feel like an old piece of shit.

4. I think I'd get a seat on a bus or train if it was crowded but since I don't ride on buses or trains, this is purely theoretical. And if I did ride either and no youngster offered me a seat would that mean they thought I looked young enough to stand or would it mean they just didn't give a damn?

5. I can use the "old" excuse whenever I'm called upon to exert myself and don't really want to. Of course I'm not doing myself any favors by not exerting myself- use it or lose it as they say.

6. I can tune out of conversations when I'm bored because now that I'm old I can say my hearing is failing. Then again my hearing is failing so I often miss out on conversations I'd like to hear.

7. My children are all grown up. Then again my children are all grown up.

8. I'm determined to get to 10 but I'm having a little trouble. Give me a minute. Okay, I get to have grand-children. Now that's a real plus! Of course I do get wiped out way too fast which reminds me of just how old I am.

9. I can retire from work. But then if I wasn't writing and trying to get published what the hell would I do?  I'd be totally bored. And my brain cells would start to die.  I'd probably go senile.

10. I can have "senior moments." I do have "senior moments." But what if it's the beginning of Alzheimer's?

All these plusses somehow don't boost my spirit. I really don't want to think about the negatives right now.

Later...

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  1. UnknownSeptember 30, 2010 at 11:49 AM

    good. let the positives be your mantra and drag us friends along. together, we stank united, or hold one another up! LY, e2

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