I have always dreaded old age. I cannot imagine anything worse than
being old, maybe infirm, perhaps alone. How awful it must be to have
nothing to do all day long but stare at the walls or watch TV. So when
it was suggested we all celebrate Senior Citizen Week by cheering up a
senior citizen, I was dtermined to do just that. i would call on my new
neighbor, an elderly retired gentleman, recently widowed, who, I
presumed, had moved in with his married daughter because he was too old
to take care of himself. I baked a batch of cookies and, without
bothering to call (some old people cannot hear the phone), I went off to
brighten this guy's day. When I rang the doorbell, the "old guy" came
to the door dressed in tennis shorts and a polo shirt, looking about as
ancient and decrepit as Donny Osmond. I'm sorry I can't invite you
in," he said when I introduced myself, "but I'm due at the Racquet Club
at two. I'm playing in the semi-finals today." "Oh, that's all right,"
I said. "I baked you some cookies...." "Great!" he interrupted,
snatching the box. "Just what I need for bridge club tomorrow! Thanks so
much!" "......and just thought we'd visit awhile. But that's o.k.!
I'll just trot across the street and call on Granny Grady." (Now, Granny
Grady is not really my grandmother; she is just an old lady who has
lived in our neighborhood forever, and everybody calls her "Granny".
"Don't bother," he said. "Gran's not home: I know, I just called to
remind her of our date to go dancing tonight. She may be at the beauty
shop. She mentioned at breakfast that she had an appointment for a tint
job." I wished him luck with his tennis game (though I was much more
interested in his game with Granny) and bade him good-day. But I am
not easily discouraged, I had set aside that afternoon to call on
somebody old, and by golly, I was going to find somebody old to call on!
I called my mother's cousin (age 83); she was in the hospital...working
in the gift shop. I called my Aunt (age74); she was on vacation in
China. I called my husband's uncle (age 79). I forgot he was on his
honeymoon. And then I remembered old
sister Margaret, a nun who had been my teacher in grade school. She
lived in a retirement home for nuns, and it had been several years since
I had seen her. I wondered if the old dear was too senile to remember
me. The "old dear" wasn't there. "Whom did you want?" the
receptionist had asked when I had inquired if it would be convenient for
me to visit. "Sister Margaret," I repeated. "Sister Magaret...." mused
the receptionist. "Oh! You mean Mercedes! he's away on tour this week."
"Mercedes?" I asked. "On tour?" "Mercedes is Sister Marsret's stage
name," said the receptionist. "When she became an actress, she took the
name Mercedes because she had always admired Mercedes McCambridge and
because she thought Mercedes sounded more seductive than Margaret."
"She...uh...became an actress?" I asked, too stunned to wonder when
Sister had learned the meaning of the word "seductive." "Actually,
she's more of a producer-director," the receptionist explained. "A
couple of years ago she organized a senior citizens' drama club, and
eventually it evolved into a caravan theater. They go all over the state
putting on plays. She'll be back Thursday, but she leaves again that
evening for Washington, D.C. She's on the White House Commision on
Aging, you know." No, I didn't know, and I can't imagine how she got
on such a commission, since she obviously knows nothing about aging!
And I don't want to know about it either! I still dread old age, now
more than ever. I just don't think I'm up to it!!!!!

LMAOFOTF! LMAOFOTF! YEPPERS....OLD PEOPLE AINT WHAT THEY USE TO BE, FER
REAL! I, myself, cannot keep up with my mom, who will be 70, next
month...she, even knows how to work computters better than me, can
out-walk me, out-run me, out-fish me, out-work me, and even
more....yep....they don't make old people like they use to....my
daughter is 19 and grandma can out-do her, as well! LMAO!

Hello Dreamweaver. Thank God for people who like to read. I'm not real
computer literate. What does FOTF mean? Listening to some Johnny Cash
and havin a sip. Thanks for readin.

I am 64 and I am injoying my life and have never been sick.Why should I
want to die,as sure as you are born you are going to die.There are some
young people that are worst off than older people.I don't know what is
on the other side so why should I want to go there?Every time you awake
should be the first day of your life use it don't abuse it and live
happily.Never worry about whats around the corner turn the corner and
see you may be surprised.

That was tooo good loved it!

that is so funny.. i loved it.

Just found this & had to bring it back up.

There are a lot of widow & (I assume) widowers (like me) on this site &
in this world. As we boomers age, some of us are going to die, leaving
a sig.other behind. I think this group has a bit of a different spin on
dating & relationships. I would like to see more of us speaking up
about how/what/where etc. of life experiences we are facing.

Com on folks speak up

Please no talk about dying on here.... it'll come soon enough for some
of us. Think young, make friend, don't worry be happy

Didn't mean talk of death. Talk about life, grandkids, trips, helping
others. I have done a lot in the past 10 yrs.

You go oldsage, I am still young(55), yet old enough(55) to know what
needs to be done in this world, for this world, and by this world. GT

YEP. ILL BE A ABLE TO GET MY OL-GEEZER CARD THIS YEAR.

u r as young as u feel, and as old as u look or is it the other way....u
r as old as y look, and as young as u feel. or is it u r as young as u
look, and as old as u feel....me myself, i feel with my fingers. forget
the seeing. i do my best work in the dark.