Last Words

Do you remember your last words?

Who’s old?

I’ve always said I couldn’t possibly be a senior because I was never middle-aged. Middle-age was always at least ten years older than me. Well, that argument went out the window when I hit 70. There’s something about being a septuagenarian that changes your perspective.

Things I’m too old to do anymore…

As I look back over the past over seventy years, I realize my priorities have changed and there are some things I just won’t do anymore.

Jaded with movies…

As I watched an action movie on Netflix the other night, I realized something. Most movies don’t thrill me anymore. There is a lot of “sameness” to them and I get the “I’ve seen this multiple times before” feeling.

Weird thoughts….

Just a few things that have crossed my mind recently…

Use by dates…

A fellow blogger posted this and it got me thinking. How much attention do you pay to the dates stamped on food packaging? Do you find the various labels confusing? Will you toss out any food that has passed whatever date shows up? Or will you go ahead and consume it if it still looks and smells okay?

You never know until you try…

I didn't know I would love salt on my watermelon until I tried it!

A post I read a while back rang a bell for me. I tend to like routine, comfortable things, and simple foods.

My Top Thirty

A blogger friend posted hers in response to a daily prompt, and I thought it was a fun idea. So here are my top thirty likes…in no particular order (just as I thought of them).

I know I’m truly considered elderly when…

What am I good at?

I think my best trait is organization, I’ve always been very good at it. Whether it’s physical organization or computerized work, I love organizing things. I think it appeals to the OCD side of me as I’ve previously blogged about.

Impatient

I’ve noticed I am much more impatient as time passes. anytime I am waiting for the coffee to drip, the microwave to ding, the TV show to load, I tap my foot, I count, I pace. Why is this? I don’t remember being so impatient when I was younger.

Comfort, Comfortable, Comforting

Comfort. Comfortable. Comforting. Yes, I’m still stuck on the letter C.

For some, it’s food. Ice cream, cakes, a favorite candy or beverage. Pizza. Meatloaf. Lasagna. Something that brings about positive memories.

Grandparent Names

Having been in two heavily blended families, I have ended up with several names as a grandmother.

Compulsions, Perfectionism, Procrastination & Control

I tend to be somewhat compulsive in certain areas. Am I OCD or just trying to keep control? Perfectionism is a sign of needing to control things. I used to have two recurring nightmares. In one, I would go completely blind unexpectedly.

Crooked?

My body seems to have an affinity to crooked seams. I remember wearing stockings with seams (many years ago) and it was always difficult to get them straight. Now it’s my newer leggings with seams. I pull them on straight, I swear I do, but next thing I know, they’re crooked. 

A little bit weird...

Yes, I admit it, I’m weird. Why do I say that?

On becoming a septagenarian

I originally wrote this post when I turned seventy. Now that I’m less than three years away from eighty, I thought I should post it again. I’ve now lived longer than both my parents. Low carb has slowed down and I’m not cooking much at all. That’s about it for changes!

Guess what? It didn’t bother me! Nope, not one little bit. In fact, I felt proud that I’d made it. While I still have a couple of years to live longer than my father, I’ve way surpassed my mother who died at sixty-one.

3 D's - Declutter, Destash, Dispose

I have a bad habit. When I find something I like in clothing, I tend to buy multiples. I even get two of the same color because, you know, things wear out. 

Cozy or not...take two

Yesterday we chatted about books being cozy. Nice, but doesn't give me a cozy feeling. What are some things that do make me feel cozy?

What am I good at?

I was inspired to answer this question thanks to another blog post, No Second Guessing. Here are my thoughts...