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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

What's wrong with getting old?

Slight detour from topic today.

I was reading a new post at Junkfood Science this morning; Adding Years to Your Life. Yesterday, meanwhile, I discovered the world's oldest rock band on A very cool video! Check it out.

It always amazing me how much people fight the aging process. I can understand wanting to be as healthy, avoiding illness and injury, but getting old? What the heck is wrong with that?

Maybe I'm the one who's weird. *L* I'm going to be 39 this year, and I'm looking forward to celebrating my 40th birthday. And my 50th. And however many more I get out of life. I loved watching the people in The Zimmers video. Their wrinkled faces are so much more expressive and interesting than the plastic looking airbrushed youth gracing so many of our magazines today. I love the "imperfections" of faces.

I remember when I first discovered I had grey hair. I have dark blonde hair, and it was at the top of my head, so I couldn't see it myself. My husband, who's quite a bit taller than me, happened to look down and exclaim, "you've got grey hair!" It turned out I had a small patch of it. I was so excited, I had him pull one out, just so I could see it for myself. *L* Today, the grey has spread enough that I can see it myself, and I love how it shimmers and sparkles. I love my husband's silver hair. He has black hair, and the silver flashing through it is just gorgeous to me.

I guess I just don't understand what it is that people are so afraid of about getting old.


  1. It's not the getting old that bothers me so much---it's the "wearing out" of the original parts!

    My knees have just been bothering the crap outta me lately! ;-)

  2. LOL I hear ya!

    Mind you, age doesn't necessarily have much to do with it. My feet and knees gave out when I was still in my 20's, and the original injuries have been coming back to haunt me recently. I'm having to get into the habit of using a cane again, just in case. It's a pain in the butt dragging it around when I don't necessarily need it, but I'd rather not get caught without it again.


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