You can find details of Frank’s challenge here
“Wonderful aspects of Age” Frank said. Hm.
Since I hit 60, it’s been downhill. OK, I beat Humphrey, but the old arthritis is creeping into all of my bones, so I’m not exactly impressed, but I’m in pretty good shape I suppose.
“Don’t act your age, act your shoe size” rules in our house, so we’re just a couple of big kids with creaky joints.
I’d like to go back forty something years knowing what I do now, and I would NOT have walked down the aisle that day in July 1977. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but like the Butterfly Effect, if I hadn’t, so many things would have been different, and perhaps Hubby and I would never have met………….. or we would have done years before, not liked each other and thrown away the chance of what we have now.
IMO, few things get better with age, unless you’re talking about a decent wine or a good cheese. I wouldn’t know about the first, and mature cheddar goes a long way in cooking.
Dad’s tea wine took over five years to mature (I think he forgot it actually), but it made a wonderful sherry, and I shared a bottle over a pack of playing cards with a troubled foster kid at 3 o’clock in the morning way back in the ’80s. We got things sorted, and although he left us, he came back to see me. That was a wonderful day, and I was so proud of him.
And then we have Grandad.
For his age, he’s not doing too badly. When he was young, things were made to last, and he’s seen me through a few things I can tell you. He was my confidante as a child, my companion to school sometimes, and he knew a story or two I bet.
Good job he can’t talk though. Think of all my secrets he’d reveal.
To explain about his jubilation, you can read about Grandad’s surgery here.