Isn’t it funny to see those commercials for products which promise to reduce or removed wrinkles and signs of aging – and all the models in said ads are probably 14 years old? For once, I’d love to see real people (70+) using these products and getting the same promised results.

There’s everything from potions to special kinds of tape to pull the skin up and look younger. I tried it once with duct tape, but found it a little inconvenient when I tried to comb my hair.

I was an early wrinkler. In fact I come from a long line of wrinkled skin. One of the reasons for those deeply imbedded lines has to do with coming from a family of laughers. Crows feet and laugh lines made their appearance when I was in my thirties. The deeper forehead lines and what I like to call “marionette lines” which go from each corner of the nose to the each corner of the mouth came with children. If you’re really lucky, they extend down to create a line from the edge of the mouth to the chin. You actually look like someone must be standing above you, ready to operate the strings which get your mouth moving.

As I grew older, a bew wrinkle popped up somewhere or other – not always on my face. I believe I woke up one morning and had so many new ones that I thought the Lord was playing a trick on me and making me old all at once.

Last winter was brutal. We had intensely cold temperatures outside, so the air inside is over heated and all the moisture was sucked right out of it. Not only that, but it’s sucked out of me too. The skin on my elbows and feet look like a very pale alligator. My limbs are flakey and shriveled. My neck resembles a large turkey and now my television says I have crepey skin. I suppose it’s something like the consistency of crepe paper. In the past few months I’ve had a few zits pop up on my face. What’s going on? Am I advancing into adolescent old age?

There is very little hair on my legs. I only have five of my original teeth. My hair is thick, but it seems like a handful gets combed out each day. My bones are brittle. I will undoubtedly need cataract surgery next year. My strength is waning, my memory is failing along with my hearing and there are days I’d rather stay in bed.

The idea of one day having a new body, without infirmities and one that is perfect in every way, is becoming more and more appealing to me. See! There is actually something to look forward to when you grow old. You are that much closer to heaven.