Archive for the ‘Getting Older’ Category

Getting past your “Glory Days”

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

What’s the statue of limitations on referring to oneself with a former title? For example, recently we saw a woman advertise herself as “Miss (Whatever) 1990″. I’m thinking, you won that title 20 years ago and you still refer to yourself that way? Is that really your whole identity? I’m thinking maybe five years of bragging rights is acceptable plus a lifelong right to casually mention the fact if it is relevant to the situation at hand. But those people still calling themselves whatever they were 20 years ago? They need to go beyond their “glory days” and forge a new identity instead of relying on one that gets more obsolete each year. 

“You haven’t changed a bit!!”

Monday, August 30th, 2010

My BFF says she hates when people she hasn’t seen since high school say this to her. She thinks they’re implying that her hairstyle, etc. is stuck in the 80s. I pondered this issue for a few minutes, then decided this. If you looked great in high school and still look great (like my BFF), this is a compliment. However, if you looked bad in high school and look great now, it’s an insult. Conversely, if people say, “Oh my God, I never would have recognized you!” it’s a compliment if you looked bad in high school and look great now. However, if you looked great in high school and you’ve gone downhill so much that no one recognizes you, well, maybe you should think about skipping that high school reunion.

This little white lie is okay

Monday, August 30th, 2010

So you’re talking with someone you know slightly and they tell you how old they are because they just celebrated a birthday. You should answer, “Really?! I thought you were much younger than that! You look great!” Even if you don’t mean it. Trust me, it’s okay. Because if you respond with silence the other person thinks, “Oh God, do I really look my age? Or, God forbid, do I look even older?? Then they’re bound to fret the rest of the day.

Is this a mixed message or what?

Saturday, August 28th, 2010

One of MSN.com’s top stories today is “60 is the New Sexy”. They feature 26 women age 60 and over and fawn over their looks and/or accomplishments. It looked to me like just  3 of the 26 women had gray/ing hair: Helen Mirren, Debbie Harry and Alice Walker. So a substory under the “60 is the New Sexy” story is “Ten reasons to stop coloring your hair and go gray”. If gray is so sexy (which is one of the 10 reasons listed) why do only three of these women have gray hair? And as an aside, how many of these women have had some sort of plastic surgery to boot? And actually, I think some of them look like they’re trying wayyyyyyyy too hard to look young (i.e. Carly Simon, whose voice I like, but she looks ridiculous in the photo). You don’t have to be dowdy and frumpy just because you’re 60, but you do need to realize you are not in your 20s and never will be again.

The bigger they are …

Monday, August 23rd, 2010

the harder they fall. SPLATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! That’s what it sounded like when I crashed while rollerblading with my husband on Saturday afternoon. We were on a trail we’d never been on, and I careened out of control while going downhill. Good thing I had my wristguards on otherwise I would have for sure sprained, if not broken, both wrists. As it is, I have a bruised butt and tailbone, pain both sitting and walking, and an inability to get in and out of a chair without grimacing wildly in pain. Fortunately, we had only gone a little more than a mile on the trail when my crash occurred because I had to take off my blades and socks and hobble barefoot back to the car. My husband, as soon as the crash occurred, declared, “No more rollerblading for you. You’re too old!!” He later said he meant, no more rollerblading on hills for me. Suuuuuuuuure he did. Anyhow, I’m kind of embarrassed to tell people why I’m in so much pain because I know they’re thinking the same thing my husband said. Like my mom, who said, “You know, we’re not as young as we think we are.” We??” Hey, I’m 24 years younger than she is AND I’m not the oldest rollerblader in the world anyhow. Truly, I’m not trying to prove anything by rollerblading at my age. It’s just as fun to me as biking, hiking, kayaking, swimming, etc. I just have to avoid hills is all. Right? Right?? 

Memory or speed dial?

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

I was always a purist: relying on my memory alone when calling the numbers of friends and family. I reasoned that if I used the speed dial on my phone, I would eventually forget the numbers and then what would I do if I needed to call someone and didn’t have my phone with the numbers in it? So I never used speed dial, but guess what? My memory fails me and I can’t recall accurately the numbers of people I don’t call all the time. So when I do try to call for example, my sister-in-law from memory, I get a wrong number. I have gotten so many wrong numbers in the last couple months it’s embarassing. Especially when these people call or text me back to ask who I am and why am I calling their number. So, I am giving in. It’s speed dial for me from now on. I’m getting older, what can I say.

Sitting by the river, watching the boats go by

Monday, August 9th, 2010

Is this a pasttime reserved exclusively for old(er) people? When my mom was well, about my age, and a divorcee in the mid-1980s, she and her friends would hang out at the Watermark in Cleveland’s Flats, spending a Saturday or Sunday afternoon enjoying a couple drinks and watching the boats go up and down the Cuyahoga River. To me that seemed a really boring way to spend the day. Well, yesterday I was in Vermilion and saw a bunch of old(er) people camped out on benches, watching boats go up and down the Vermilion River. The scary thing was it looked like something I really wanted to do too. How relaxing that would be, I thought to myself. Does this mean what I think it means??

Your hair might be colored …

Monday, June 28th, 2010

and you might wear trendy clothes … but did you ever think that it’s your name that gives away your age? For example, if your name is Karen, Lisa, Laura, Lynn, Patty, Joann, Marcia, Sue, or Cynthia, you’re probably in your 40s or 50s. Want to pretend you’re in your early 30s? Just change your name to Tiffany, Nicole or Heather.

Sand, surf turn back time

Monday, June 21st, 2010

I’m sitting on the rock at Edgewater Park, and beside me sits a man probably, oh, 95 years old. He’s watching the sea gulls and the people frolicking in the waves and makes small talk with me. He wonders whether the water is cold — I tell him no. Next thing I know, his face takes on a determined look. He rolls up his pant legs and takes off his support socks, stuffing them into his $300 diabetic shoes to do what he says he’s never done — wade into the water here. I cheer him on as he gingerly walks down the beach — one slow, unsteady step at a time. He comes to the edge of the water and stops. Then, decision made, he slowly steps into the gentle surf, stands for a minute staring out across the brilliantly blue lake, then turns. I give him a big wave and smile. He waves and smiles back — looking at least 30 years younger. Mission accomplished, he shuffles back to the rocks, sits down, brushes the sand off his feet, puts his socks and shoes back on, and rolls his pant legs down. He gets up, tosses me a casual “see you later”, then continues his journey. One slow, unsteady step at a time.

Still driving at 99 …

Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

I was at a luncheon yesterday where a soon-to-be 100-year-old woman was being interviewed. The woman, who looked no more than 85, was dressed sharply in jeans, a colorful jean jacket and sandals. She noted that she was still driving, but that it was difficult because her hearing was bad (and as sweet as she was, I’m not sure her mind was 100% either). Half the crowd clapped and I think the other half looked a bit worried. I understand totally how much people connect driving with independence, but is it really safe for a 99-year-old woman with bad hearing to be driving? I always think of it this way — would you let someone like that drive your children around or would you ride in the car with them yourself if you could not  take over? How about in a sudden heavy rain or snowstorm? If not, is it safe for them to be driving, period? I know, legally it is okay if they pass the driver’s exam. But what about common-sensically? There comes a point when some people’s keys need to be taken away, for good.