First, let me say thank you to All who replied to my pics, it's a pity that blogger doesn't have the facility to reply in person to comments, so it has to be en masse, I appreciate them Tango and Ruby do love their snoozes, I'd be happy if they did a bit towards their keep LOL
I think the colour of the dandelion is unique, I can't think of a cultivated flower that has the same vibrant colour.
When you think of the age of these fossils and what they must have seen in all the years, nay, eons that they've just sat there, watching the world go by.
Hi Poppy and Sandi, nice to see you back, and glad you enjoyed the giving a cat a pill blog Poppy. Pen come back as often as you want.
I think the colour of the dandelion is unique, I can't think of a cultivated flower that has the same vibrant colour.
When you think of the age of these fossils and what they must have seen in all the years, nay, eons that they've just sat there, watching the world go by.
Hi Poppy and Sandi, nice to see you back, and glad you enjoyed the giving a cat a pill blog Poppy. Pen come back as often as you want.
Someone asked me did I mind getting older, my first thought was, 'course I do' , then I thought about it and realized it's maybe not so bad, here's what I considered about it.
As I've aged, I've become kinder and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend..
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
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I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore..
I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,
but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore..
I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,
but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
Thank you for visiting and please come back, Arlene, Tango and Ruby
We all grow old if we are lucky.
ReplyDeleteGreat post Arlene!
I've become less tolerant of stupidity and wish my body could function half as well as it did 20 years ago but, other than that, getting old isn't as terrible as it once seemed.
ReplyDeleteAt least I'm still above the first and still breathing.......oh yes, and still looking. Frankie has told me that I can look at other women as long as that's all I do. She phrased it "Read the menu all you like but all meals will be taken at home!" She also says that when I stop looking she'll know I've passed on!
Thanks for visiting Beth and Chip, no flies on Frankie, is there Chip, she knows her old man too well, LOL
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