“You know you’re old when someone compliments you on your alligator shoes, and you’re barefoot.”

Phyllis Diller

My weekly planner looks like I’ve become very popular lately. There’s an appointment for almost every day of the week, and my doc assures me that all my numbers are normal. Well, “normal” takes on a whole new meaning when you get on the “Specialist” train. It starts with one thing, which leads to another and eventually, like a much-desired dance card, your planner is full. I’ve seen the orthopedic surgeon, who administered a cortisone shot. Today, I get my Dexa scan, which for an 80-year-old woman, looks pretty good. Eye exam is scheduled for the next week and Urologist for a follow-up after that. Isn’t it funny how when you call the urologist’s office, they always tell you to hold?

Aging is a state of mind – I keep telling myself. Anyone without a sense of humor shouldn’t even consider it. My husband and I have been together since we were thirteen years old. We managed to stay married for almost 59 years and if it weren’t for our ability to laugh, we would’ve given uo a long time ago. We decided to grow old together, which we soon discovered, we have no control over. In fact, there’s not much we have control over anymore, including our bladders.

I keep storing up more material for our senior radio show. Growing old is funny just by itself. I don’t need to add much to the situations, like closed captioning, misinterpretation of unheard words spoken by my husband, and silly questions that have nothing to do with anything. Memory is failing, and the moments we do remember happened two generations ago. Therefore, they have no relevance in today’s world. So, I continue to laugh. People may think I have a screw loose and they could be right. Although, according to my medical team, I’m going to live for a long time. Watch out world.

PSALM 37:25 ESV – “I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken
or his children begging for bread.”