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Sunday, March 22, 2009

On being 62

Funny how ones mood can change so quickly over the smallest thing. Today was one of those days where things were just going so-so. I sat and watched a movie with hubby. Tom Selleck was in it and he is one of hubby's favorite actors.

While working on the quilt, my mind was only half on the movie and I started to think that my birthday is next Thursday and I did not know if I was going to like being 61. Then I laughed when I realized I am going to be 62. I decided that I should get my butt in gear and apply for my social security. I should get some. Not alot as I was a foster mom for many years and they do not pay in the social security so. Most of mine will be coming from hubbys and what all he has paid in.

Anyway, I laughed at the thught that I was ready to repeat a year rather then admit my age. But age is just a number. I feel the same as I did when I was thirty only with a few more wrinkies and aches and pains. But I am what I am and that is all that I am. You cannot turn back time that is for sure.

I suppose I would have a facelift if I could afford one. *looks at sagging boobs* maybe a whole body lift would be better. *s*


  1. I am always forgetting the precise age I am - have been since 21 - forget everyone else's too. People don't seem to be as old as they used to, do they? Something happened in the 60's and 70's. I swear my mother has a younger attitude now at 87 than she did at my age.

  2. It's fairly easy for me to keep track, as the last digit of my age is one less than the year - once we're past the month of March...2009 makes me 'blank'y eight! Well, 68, I'm not bothered!

  3. I will be 64 next Monday...never dreamed I would feel this good at this age...hope it lasts into our 80's...

  4. Both Cuppa and I will reach that exalted age this year.