Finally, a place where I feel at home!

[Ginger Simpson]

I received a picture taken of me in the 80's. In my mind that's still me, but believe me, in the mirror, it isn't.

I'm not sure that Sixty and Savvy applies because I'm over sixty and still learning. I still maintain that God should have provided us with a manual to prepare us for what happens to our body once we reach 'these golden ages,' but since he didn't, it's nice to find people with whom I can commiserate. Whoever said, 'people are like wine; they improve with age,' must have misplaced their mirror and polished off a couple of bottles before saying it. My mind is maturing beautifully, but everything else is headed south. I'd be happy to make new friends who need someone to lie and tell them how beautiful they are. Of course, I expect the same in return. *smile*

[shirley dicks]

Hi Ginger, I read your blog in my email and love the humor you put in it. I can agree that when you get older, the body fails. I'm sixty eight and still going on although I have to use a cane to walk and a wheel chair to do the floors and things at home, getting harder to get in the shower because I can barely lift my legs high enough to get in the tub.

I remember walking for miles when I was younger, running and being able to breathe. Now with emphazema, I huff and puff my way down the steps to my car. WIth the arthritis crippling my legs and hands, everything is harder. Even opening a can of vegtables gives me pain.

But at least I'm still here so God isn't finished with me yet and as long as I'm alive, I'm going to be doing something. Some people are lucky enough to have good health as they get older, but in our family, no one lives too long. My dad died at sixty seven from heart disease, which he also gave to me and I'm already a year older than he was.

The funny thing is, inside I feel the same as I did when I was younger. It's my body that won't do what I want it to do. And when I look in the mirror I always wish to see that younger, thinner face. One thing I'm lucky in is I don't have many wrinkles. Took after my mother in that I guess. She had red hair up until the day she died at 75 and I've let mine go silver. It's not white but a silver color but I got tired of coloring it years ago and jsut it be a normal color. Anyway, thats the way I feel about it. Shirley
www.amotherstorment.com

[Ginger Simpson]

Shirley,
Nice to hear from you again. Our plans to do a book signing together sort of fell through the cracks. The best laid plans and all... *smile*

I know what you mean about things being harder as we get older. I'm thankful for every day I have here to spend with my grandson. I only pray I can stick around to see him become a normal, functioning young man who defeats his autism. He's making great strides.

Ginger

shirley dicks said:

Hi Ginger, I read your blog in my email and love the humor you put in it. I can agree that when you get older, the body fails. I'm sixty eight and still going on although I have to use a cane to walk and a wheel chair to do the floors and things at home, getting harder to get in the shower because I can barely lift my legs high enough to get in the tub.

I remember walking for miles when I was younger, running and being able to breathe. Now with emphazema, I huff and puff my way down the steps to my car. WIth the arthritis crippling my legs and hands, everything is harder. Even opening a can of vegtables gives me pain.

But at least I'm still here so God isn't finished with me yet and as long as I'm alive, I'm going to be doing something. Some people are lucky enough to have good health as they get older, but in our family, no one lives too long. My dad died at sixty seven from heart disease, which he also gave to me and I'm already a year older than he was.

The funny thing is, inside I feel the same as I did when I was younger. It's my body that won't do what I want it to do. And when I look in the mirror I always wish to see that younger, thinner face. One thing I'm lucky in is I don't have many wrinkles. Took after my mother in that I guess. She had red hair up until the day she died at 75 and I've let mine go silver. It's not white but a silver color but I got tired of coloring it years ago and jsut it be a normal color. Anyway, thats the way I feel about it. Shirley
www.amotherstorment.com