I'm now looking at what I intend to have for supper. I've two meals I'm checking out that sound good to me. One is deep-fried fish and sweet potato fries and the other is chicken, broccoli and cheese lasagna. I think we'll have fish tonight and the chicken, broccoli and cheese lasagna tomorrow. I am going to have to sort of watch what I eat for a few days after that because, lucky me, gets a colonoscopy next week. I am NOT excited . . . but you gotta do what you gotta do. Then 5 days later I turn another year older. Not the best week in the world but it all beats the alternative!!
Nah, actually I feel really good and that's not something to take for granted. I certainly appreciate the gift of good health and have no intention of wasting it whining about being "old". The really odd thing though about getting older, at least for me, is that I don't feel as old as everybody knows I am. I often wonder if they look at me the way I used to look at my grandparents. Oh my, that would be depressing. On the other hand, I used to look at my own parents after I became an adult and not ever think of them as getting or being older. They were a very "young" old. Don't get me wrong - it all happens sooner or later. Dad died during an operation and Mom developed Alzheimer disease but up until that you would have thought they were right around 50 forever!! Mom and Dad just sort of never got old in my head. They got old but never that "old" that I associate with grandparents. Strange how the mind works, huh?
I wonder what my sons and my granddaughters will say about me when I'm gone . . . hmmmm!