SURRENDERING THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM

 I recently read a story about a ninety-three year old woman who surrendered her car keys to her family. She no longer felt confident in her ability to be a good driver. Another ninety-three year old, a neighbor of mine drove until the day he died. He was a dangerous man.

Our car keys are our keys to the kingdom. They are the keys to our freedom and independence. Many drivers will not give them up without a fight.

I would not be one of them. I don’t like to drive and never have. But my keys represent that precious freedom and independence I’m not willing to give up. No, I’ll put up with all the crazy drivers on the road. I’ll ignore  road rage, drivers without a license, and worse, drivers without insurance. I’ll even put up with the high price of automobile insurance for a while longer.

White-haired drivers unfairly take a lot of the blame for road accidents. (One of the reasons I wear a hat during a good deal of my driving time.) We Superagers have years of experience behind the wheel. We are excellent drivers.

Besides, many states give regular age-driven driver tests which help eliminate the really poor drivers, seniors or not. Granted, there are drivers who no longer can see over the steering wheel…due to body shrinking, or cannot hear well, let’s say they cannot hear another car horn tooting a warning.

Every now and then there’s a slippage.  Drivers who may have a bit of a memory problem slip through the cracks. You’ve seen the Silver Alert signs. I worry about those drivers most of all.

Everyone does.

And some people don’t think the safe guards in place are enough. They want a mandatory age shut off.  For instance, they advocate a program which at 65, your driver’s license…keys and car…are taken away.

No. That’s just wrong.

There are organizations like AARP that offer refresher driving instruction and may reduce the insurance.  In addition many local Council on Aging organizations offer transportation.

And just because I don’t like to drive doesn’t mean I don’t want or need to drive. I’m eighty-three and have not caused any traffic accidents…that I know about.

Ever.

I still have places to go, things to do. Adventures ahead that require an automobile. Fortunately for us we live in the time of the Uber driver. We make a call and a car and driver comes to take us where we need to go. Our adventures do not come to an end just because we hit a parking sign backing up.

Hopefully, I’ll be wise enough to know when it’s time to surrender my keys. Which isn’t now.  What are your thoughts?

 

 

THE END

 It’s about to end. The season will be over in a matter of weeks. (sigh)

I am a huge football fan which is odd given that I am not a violent person. I never think about nor write about force, thumping and bumping. I wince when I see dangerous collisions on the evening television news, feeling the pain. In my person encounters I avoid even the mildest confrontation whenever possible.  But I truly enjoy football season. Although it wasn’t always that way.

When I was a high school cheerleader, I had no idea how the game was played or what the rules were. Touchdowns were important. I knew that. Instead of learning about the game, I focused on the chilling fact that I was standing on an open, windswept field in the New England winter dressed in a short skirt, leaping into the frigid air and cheering for I knew not what. The corduroy fabric of the skirt did not keep me warm as pants might have. But we’re talking the 50’s here, and girls did not wear pants no matter what. Frostbite included. At least the squad was allowed wool socks.

Years, no decades, later I understand how the game is played and I love it. I love it so much that I have watched my home team lose game after game, after game. Our team has broken all NFL records for losing. (In all fairness there were signs of improvement with a few games won this year.)

And this is where I’d like to dispel a few myths regarding women and football in my experience. Not just your average woman…but your older, pleasantly mature women.

1) Grandmothers do play fantasy football. (Woe to those who underestimate her!)

2) Great-grandmothers often discuss games with their “girl” friends.

3) Super-Agers rate more players than just the quarterback on their appearance. (Mainly anatomy because that’s about the only aspect you can see clearly passed the pads and uniforms.)

There are thirty-two teams in the NFL and according to the last available stats...there are 84 million women football fans watching. More than likely this figure from USA Today has tripled. Another source records 45% of the fan base is women and 32% are avid fans, aged sixty-five and older. “Over 80 for Brady,” is a movie based on truly passionate New England fans of the now retired quarterback. (I expect these great ladies are still football fans, even without Brady.)

When the Super Bowl rolls around, we all know what that means. At the end of the game the start of a long, long, long, long off-season.

Did I mention long?

A HAPPY NEW 2024 YEAR!

 I’ve never been one for making New Year’s resolutions but I usually set goals and do a good bit of reflection on the past year and what the future might hold. Dressed in my flannel jammies, curled up with a hot cocoa and my faithful dog Charlie by my side, this year I watched the celebrations on television from afar, safe and warm.

I’m an optimist and I look forward to the promise in a new year, the surprises certainly in store, and the new beginnings - in my case mostly the opening hook of a new novel work. I write humor because I believe laughter gets us through the rough patches.

The year 2023 was different for me because I did not set a goal, spend time in reflection nor make a resolution. I did attempt to create a vision board for the first time, a project which ended after two items were pasted on the empty board. I may return to it sometime in ’24.

Early last year I sold my house and moved to Fernandina Beach as a renter. The blue bungalow just screamed writer’s cottage. Inspiration was sure to follow - but wait. Not yet.

I can hear the ocean from my porch. A most wonderful and familiar sound from my childhood. I was not forced at gunpoint but rather encouraged to make the move to follow my daughter and the rest of the family. You cannot be over 65 years of age and live an hour away or more from your children. There’s a rule. (I’ll be blogging about the complete list of rules soon.)

It took me longer than usual to settle into my new home and hometown. But I did finish edits on a book that was subsequently released by the publisher in September and in the fall I attended a six-week lifelong learning course on the future of humankind and learned AI will be writing my books before long. Still, loved the discussions, the information on climate control, electric vehicles, and in general the amazing future if we stay calm and do not hurt each other. (Meaning no more wars) I’ll be taking more classes and continuing to be a volunteer for the Heritage Keepers Project. (Deja vue to my broadcast days.)

It’s been a long time since I’ve entertained but I hosted dinner for the family on Christmas day. There were almost a dozen people who came to dinner in the little blue bungalow. A cozy but cool afternoon and evening. I might have been a bit tired the next day, but I survived.

Did I mention my editor left the publishing company I was with? No? Well, there may be suspicions out there, but honestly, I did not run her off with this last book. “Murder at the Blue Oyster Grill” has had excellent reviews!

And then there were the inevitable heartbreaking losses during 2023, including friends who cannot be replaced. Grief. Old and new set in, in 2023. As I imagine it will in 2024. It’s life.

New Year’s Eve, 2024 has passed. I did not set new goals and only briefly reflected on the past and future.

I’ve been thinking about writing new blogs on the adventures of aging and perhaps a new fiction novel dedicated to providing fun and entertainment to my readers. Perhaps a new editor and publisher are in my future. A new website may be involved. And I’ll be investigating new travel adventures. Because that’s what I’ve always done. These things make me happy. They are what and who I am: a mother, grand-mother, great-grandmother, friend, former broadcaster, and a writer thankful for the gift.

My hope is that you will find your happiness in the new year. Be kind, be safe, be well. Most of all, welcome laughter into your life.

And have a very Happy New Year!

 

 

A NEW LOOK AT LONGETIVITY

 I have just received my degree as a certified futurist thanks to a wonderful lifelong learning course. A six-week course that sent me on a path to thinking about and researching longevity in the last few weeks. The impact may be even greater than the change. Are you ready?

According to the CDC, currently the average life span in the U.S. today is 77.5 years. Yet more and more people living are to 100 years and more, and what are we to do with the prediction that living to an active 125 years will soon be attainable. If you’re eager to live that long.

Frankly, I’m not. I am already twenty-four years past my expiration date and often feel, well, tired. I’ve put two careers behind me and now it looks as if I’ll need a third. (Of course, once you reach a certain age, you can’t plan too far in advance. A new five-year business plan might be out of the question.) Still.

Globally, the World Health Organization, WHO, predicts that by 2050 the population aged 60 years or more will double, while those aged 80 years or more will number 400 million persons. This extension of the lifespan is looked upon as a triumph of medical advances stemming from access to better treatments as well as a focus on preventive therapies.  

So I’m asking…is 80 fast becoming the new 70 in human years?

You’ll notice I have more questions than answers.

Longevity has been attributed to DNA, a positive attitude, a Blue Zone lifestyle - work, a plant based diet, red wine - and socialization. So-called, super-agers also may experience a metabolic slowdown, a slowdown of the aging process…which includes the brain. (Apparently Henry Kissinger at 100 years of age was still serving as a consultant on foreign affairs just before he passed.) But apparently one size does not fit all. One book on how to live longer does not apply to everyone.

Are we interested in longevity because we fear the alternative?

We do know that heart disease and cancer are the two most common causes of death at any age. Both are subjects to ongoing research with increasing positive survival rates. Some speculate specific targeting will eradicate cancer altogether in the near future. It’s already being done with varying degrees of success for different types of the disease. Early detection whether by chance or testing is the very best option.

Genome editing (changing the DNA of a cell or organism) holds great promise for cancer and a variety of diseases. Like AI, however, Genome editing carries a multitude of ethical concerns.

AI has taken its place in operating rooms. Over the last six years, I have had OR robots perform two quite different and successful surgeries on me - with the assistance of talented surgeons.

So, yes, I think we should fear AI and also be very grateful.

The medical community has already made great advancements in the skeletal department. We are fortunate to have an array of replacement parts…hip, knee, arms, elbows, etc. (And there are parts you can live quite nicely without, like the appendix.)

So many advancements have been made in the last fifty years; imagine what the next fifty will bring!  A cure for the common cold?

And then if you’re feeling young and great, the next step is clear.

Cosmetic surgery can completely transform the human body, removing years of wear and tear. A boom for the anti-aging population - mostly women. Although, I wonder why thirty year old women are subjecting to Botox injections on a regular basis. I don’t understand the big lips either, fish lips…rather resemble grouper lips. But perhaps with whatever procedures you choose, you’ll be able to look more like a 95 year old when you’re 125.

Is that a good thing?

When I did a small informal poll asking if folks would like to live to 125 most said yes as long as they enjoyed a good quality of life. Quality of life is soo subjective. And chancy!

The eldest in many cultures are revered for their wisdom which is a good thing. But what if in this new age of aging, the information you possessed at 100 years was irrelevant by the time you were 125? What then will you offer? (Just gives me goose bumps!)

One of my friends once told me, “I’m not afraid to die. I just don’t want to miss anything.”

And there’s that.

 

 

MY TRUTH

 I recently fell into a funk, unusual for this positive thinker, and the only way out was the truth. Sadly. Or not. So this is my truth.

I am what I am. I am done with pretending the old woman in the mirror is not me. While my mind tells me that I’m as much fun and as ready for adventure as I was when I was thirty-five…No. the truth is, adventure and fun have taken on new meanings. Adventure is going to a new hair stylist for the first time; fun is curling up with a cup of tea and immersing myself in a good book.  

My hair is silver, my toes are curling inward. Mysterious projectiles shoot from my mouth unexpectedly when I’m speaking. Sometimes I wobble when I walk. Strange sounds sometimes emanate from my body. Words that I know very well escape me. I stare into space waiting for them to return unless there are others in the room that jump in quickly to fill in my blanks. Obviously, my brain is not operating on all cylinders as it once did. It’s slower. But I’m over eighty and a decline is to be expected. 

My hand shakes with a familial tremor so when I attempt to order one item online, sometimes two (or more) arrive. There are wrinkles where my skin used to be English-fair and smooth and I do believe those are jowls starting to form.

With the exception of a few variants, the aging process is alike for most of us. Advanced aging (85 years plus) does not make us exceptional. It only makes us privileged. Admit it, super-ager has a nice ring!

 I’ve known friends who have become preoccupied attempting to understand the aging process they are experiencing and to bond with others of like health and mind. I get that. There is a certain comfort in belonging to a group. We want the reassurance of knowing we’re aging like our best friend Angie. Except when it becomes an obsession and we unwittingly become self-absorbed in the process. Aging being all we think about, all we research, all we care about. (Or anti-aging, but that’s a whole different bucket of worms and a three or four page essay.)

My late husband refused to become embroiled in health and or aging discussions. He would change the subject or leave the room. He’d rather talk about the state of the economy! And he hated politics.

Perhaps we should let nature take its course while we direct our mind and body into living our lives the best way possible despite the challenges presented by aging. Alas! I cannot visit Machu Picchu any longer. I’m lucky to be able to travel to Salt Lake City. But that’s where I’ll go now and visit family. My breathing issues have required me to change my plans and revise the bucket list. Hardship? Hardly.

So how did I fall into the funk in the first place? Too much focus on aging, both the pros and cons. Mostly cons. I was researching, writing and living the subject. So how did I escape the obsession/depression of aging? 

By pure accident I’ve found taking on responsibility helped me. Doing nothing in retirement years may seem like a dream but can quickly become your worst nightmare leading directly to the afore mentioned funk of depression and obsession.

I’ve signed on for volunteer work. I’ve chosen a volunteer responsibility which interests and excites me. I may not be able to contribute as many hours as I would have in younger days, but that’s acceptable and more than okay for most organizations.

These new responsibilities don’t mean a new ache or pain won’t have me venting in frustration or making a doctor visit, but a blip is a blip, a paragraph rather than a short story. I’ll take care of each new challenge (and they will come!) and move on. Simply put. The secret to overcoming aging obsession is responsibility to something or someone other than yourself. You may not be able to make a five year plan in good conscious but making a plan for today is totally reasonable. It’s called living in the present.

Of course having to face the mirror to wash my face and apply a minimum of make-up, I’ll still be forced to see what others see. I am an old woman. I must acknowledge I look quite like other old women. Women I pass on the street. We may have not traveled the same path to the place we are now, but we share the same fears and challenges of aging - as well as the same natural silver hair color. A year ago I might have said I have nothing in common with these women. I am not a member of the same tribe. But now I know unequivocably that I do.

Losing our friends is devastating. Waiting to die is sad. (Especially if our bodies are not ready) Waiting for family members to make our lives interesting is tragic when we are still capable of making our own decisions and focused on our journey. 

In our youth when Betty Friedan promised we could do it all, but we eventually arrived at the place where we learned we could not. We were exhausted. We started looking for balance, in work, family life, and romance. Now the only balance we’re after is the kind that will keep us upright, rather than on the floor. But maybe that’s just me. Taking responsibility.

I am what I am. And as the lyrics from La Cage Aux Folles add so poignantly…I am my own special creation.

Aren’t we all? And shouldn’t we be celebrating this unexpected longevity instead of falling into an aging obsession funk?

 

 

UNFIT WOMAN

 I am not fit. I am unabashedly, unashamedly, unfit. I am seriously out of shape. When I drop something the thought of bending down to pick the item up traumatizes me. If I bend down I may not be able to straighten up. I may end up on the floor. Stuck. Frozen in time. If the blood hasn’t rushed to my head and I’m still conscious, I may be wondering where my cell phone is. (That’s another problem for another day, forgetting my cell phone, my connection with the world. People who live alone should always have their cell phone with them. I’m told.)

Obviously, the solution to this problem is simple. Start exercising. The Council on Aging always has different exercise workouts in their programs. Every city, town and the internet boast different exercise classes. Personal trainers abound. There’s no excuse for my lack of fitness.

In my fifties I walked…everyday, rain or shine for at least two miles. In my sixties, I did aerobics with a friend. We liked the music. But when that changed. Well, since my seventies I’ve been remiss.

Although, I’ve been to Tai Chi for six sessions. And I also attended one balance class. The thing is I get bored too easily. That may be because I have a bit of undiagnosed AADD - Adult Attention Deficit Disorder. My attention wanders. I’d rather be writing. Or reading.

But I’m not one for giving up. I usually circle the challenge for a few days, or weeks, before narrowing down on a solution. 

So I have resolved to join the masses and become more fit. Some who think I may be too old to start now (into my 80’s) will have to acknowledge exercise is the very best thing for one’s health no matter how old. It’s number one. So, I am going to buy a cute little exercise outfit and start at home with chair/couch yoga. Soon. Wish me luck!

 

 

ADVANCED AGE BACHELORETTES

 My invitation must have been lost in the mail. Otherwise, I would be one of those senior bachelorettes looking for love with the Golden Bachelor. Honestly, though, nice and as sweet as he can possibly be, or so the love contestants say, he’s way too young for me.

But I do believe love can come at any age even without cameras.

As a twice-divorced and widowed woman, I’ve experienced my share of the emotion. I’m living proof of hope triumphing over experience. Falling in love is great. But falling out, not so much.

I spent my professional life in broadcasting, commercial and PBS and I certainly understand the value of ratings to any network or facility. And apparently this program is bringing in the ratings (read $$$ dollars). I confess that I’ve not seen an entire program, just a snatch. Still, I get the programming concept…let’s make money! The program worked with the younger generation.

There are many of us in our golden years who are not willing to risk our precious freedom for a husband, even for fame or fortune. And then there are the others.

One more thing. Searching in a pack for love and group dates is beyond me. It’s sad…and looks more than a little desperate.