As each month seems to OUTRACE the last one,
it's somewhat scary as my next birthday approaches.
I'm soon 73 years old. That's difficult to fantom until
I LOOK in the mirror or at recent photographs of me.
Then...I see this ELDERLY woman staring back, and
I wonder how did she get to be SO old, and so plump?
Then I remember all the good meals eaten at restaurants
and my EASY lifestyle: no chasing kids, little housework.
I must be RETIRED, but not from life. Now is the time to
live it up, go for the gusto, carpe diem, etc. etc. etc. but
wait first time for a leisurely NAP to restore my energy.
I do have a younger husband to keep up with, but I seem
to RUN CIRCLES around him. That's because he only
manages to have one project at a time going, while I have
many, too many: a new book to publish and market,
another class starting, and a TO DO list that never stops.
I don't have time to grow OLD!