As my blog is about not getting old, this picture seems very appropriate – and it made me laugh.
I remember my Mum telling me, when she was in her late 70s and frail, that she used to wake up every morning and feel 21 – until the moment she tried to get out of bed and everything creaked and ached. Once she saw herself in the mirror it was downhill for the rest of the day. I also remember her saying, after her GP suggested she join the local ‘Darby and Joan’ club for over 60s (again she was in her 70s), that she wasn’t going to join a club full of old fogies and fuddy-duddies. ‘Old people are so boring’ she remarked, unaware of the irony that she was probably older than many of the members.
Now I am in my 60s I understand exactly what she meant. I see someone who is probably my age but who, in my opinion looks ancient, and I think ‘Poor soul. Should I help them?’ Ironic as I am probably more physically slow than they are – but it’s all about how we feel inside, and like my Mum I feel 21. And I want to stay like that 🙂
ALIVE AND CREAKING 