Tale Weaver – #163 – Aging – 15th March

This week Michael invites you to weave a tale dealing with Aging. No matter the age we are now tomorrow we will be a day older, we don’t get younger, sadly.
What does aging mean to you?
Are you a grumpy old man or woman, or a person who sees joy and happiness in what you have and who you are.
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When I was 16, getting old was years into the future. I would look at people in their 50s and 60s, noting their grey hair and use of sticks, eye glasses and false teeth, thinking that at the turn of the millennium, I would be a mere 43, approaching 44, so it didn’t worry me.
That’s actually 18 years ago now, and sadly time does not go backwards.

My hair is peppered rather than grey, I still have my own teeth, though not quite so many, and I’ve been wearing glasses for years, with no desire for contacts or eye surgery.
I used sticks when I damaged my knee two years ago, and was on crutches after getting a little too carried away dancing in the street to buskers a couple of years before that.
But what I hadn’t been prepared for was the aches and pains, or sleepless interrupted nights due to needing the loo or thoughts whizzing inside my head which I can’t switch off.

I look at ‘old folk’ now and realise that some are probably younger than me! We all age differently depending on our circumstances and lifestyles, so I guess to some extent, I’ve been pretty lucky, though in 1987-88 I wasn’t so sure.
I look in the mirror each day now and see my Mum (bless her), and looking across at Hubby, see his Dad sometimes.
I realise that ‘young people’ in my day are now in their 40s, I have three nephews over 50, and my great great nephew, the youngest in the family just now, will be 5 this year.

I found a photo the other day of Sis, me and my Dad on her wedding day in 1976. I was 20.
My long hair is thick, glossy and dark but not as long as it is now.
We’re all laughing, and in photographs in later years, you can tell it is the same person as my eyes and smile have not changed much, just my shape and dress size with my continuous battle of the bulges.
My sister has aged more so than I. Her hair turned white overnight after the birth of her second daughter in 1982 and her face is thinner and more angled, though when she smiles, you can see the similarity.
Dad is simply my Dad. He’ll always be laughing and joking in my mind, a man full of time, warmth and love for both of his daughters, taken from us and the woman he loved for 46 years at the young age of 67 in 1996.

I’m 62 this year, and God willing, I’ll be around for a good few years yet. The arthritis is getting the better of me some days, but I hope I shall still have my hair, teeth and good assisted eyesight, though my hearing might shift down a gear or three next.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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11 Responses to Tale Weaver – #163 – Aging – 15th March

  1. James says:

    I’ll be 64 years old in July. I finally got back to the gym last October and this morning, I replicated what I was doing in this photo taken November 2016: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10207284322721796&set=pb.1096641937.-2207520000.1521130403.&type=3&theater

      • James says:

        I’m not saying that to brag. Far from it. I want to be an inspiration as others have been to me. Just because we’re getting older doesn’t mean we can’t be active in some respect.

      • I didn’t think so and agree wholeheartedly James. Although we’ve had a dog for over 20 consecutive years, it’s only since we moved to Lincolnshire in 2007 that we got into the habit of regular walks, mainly because we no longer worked and our time was our own. I’d always enjoyed walking, but I guess got lazy when I learned how to drive. Now I’m back into the swing of it and it’s good exercise for me, something I can do without damaging something else!

  2. Michael says:

    Its a fact of aging that we find things that once we could do an effort or just not possible. I often think of my mother, who died aged 57, that she will always be that age to me, she didn’t live into old age as my dad did and sometimes I think she got it easy in that regard, though she did miss out on a lot.

    • Words from the song The Oldest Swinger in Town by Fred Wedlock : “When it takes you all night to do what you used to do all night” come to mind Michael. These days I forget what that actually is.
      I am sorry you lost your Mum at such a young age. My Dad was only 67.

  3. JoAnna says:

    Watching the TV show “The 21st Century” as a kid and figuring out I’d be 40 something at the turn of the century, I thought that was pretty old. Now, at 62, old gets pushed steadily ahead of me. There are benefits of getting older. We know we can deal with challenges and that good days come along in spite of those challenges, bulges and all.

    • You’re the same age as me then. I must admit I have to remind myself I’m in my 60s as I still feel 40 something. I’m annoyed I have to wait an extra 6 years for my state pension (or longer if they push the age up again), and the joints and muscles protest more, but other than that I must admit I’m feeling pretty OK.

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