…when I am eighty. At that age you begin to lose a little weight so that is the one thing I can look forward to – cake.
Otherwise I changed my mind about aging gracefully years ago; I thought people worrying about their wrinkles etc. was mostly vanity, but now I see it is knees that protest at stairs or hiking hills, a neck that doesn’t turn well to the left ( in spite of years of stretching exercises) and fingers that ache after typing very long (I used to sit at my computer all morning and write – now I have a 25 minute timer that makes me get up and take a break. Unless I’m in “flow,” then carpal tunnel or arthritis be dammed!) – and that’s just the joints! Getting older isn’t for sissies, as they say, so I don’t plan to stress myself out by doing it gracefully.
My granddaughter announced she will move in with me when she grows up – because she likes our house. She’s five so that will work our nicely with my advancing age in 17-18 years. I’m going to hold her to that. And we shall eat cake –
and Eclairs. Now that’s what I really want after a lifetime of healthy eating (i.e pastry deprivation).
…and no skimping on the frosting – esp. the chocolate!
Actually I could eat a lot of goodies without ill effect in my 20’s. I baked every week “for my kids”: cookies, cinnamon rolls and all kinds of bread. Eclairs were always dangerous however – I might as well apply them directly to the belly and hips. If I have dementia by the time I’m eighty, please remind me that I can have all the eclairs I want! I shall eat cake… and Eclairs.
How about you do you have a plan for your old age?
PS Another topic have you noticed that I have strayed from my “expat” and “multicultural” themes? Am I in danger of losing you? I guess I have been telling myself the “writing” theme encompasses pretty much anything. True?