My ex-mother-in-law died recently at the age of 97. She died with a sharp mind. She could carry on an intelligent conversation, and she played bridge twice a week. My grandparents on both sides of my family died with sharp minds. They remained active through their 80’s. My mother lived into her 90’s with all her marbles, too.
I’ve recently discovered that because I’m 71, people think my brain died with me still standing. They think that simply because I relocated from my home state of California to Mexico.
People keep telling me I have courage. The realtor who found me a rental told me I had balls when she learned that I moved to Mexico without ever visiting. I’m sure she was thinking at your age. “You must have had an interesting life,” she commented. Actually, I’ve had a pretty boring life as lives go. I think I’m a pretty boring person to tell you the truth.
I’m an introvert. I’m a homebody. I like living alone with my dog and cat, and I live in my head most of the time. I’m an author of trivia and an artist of whatever fancies me at the moment. I like to knit and crochet. How’s that for boring?
I’m enjoying learning Spanish. I’ve been thinking of taking up mathematics as a hobby. I’ll start at algebra again, and who knows, maybe I’ll make it through calculus. Yes, I know, that’s really weird.
As far as courage goes, the most courageous thing I ever did was get out of my marriage to a controlling, verbally abusive man after 26 years of marriage.
Yes, younguns, I can still walk, talk, drive and chew my own food without slobbering all over myself. I hope you can do the same if you live to my age.
I have a saying; it ain’t over till it’s over. You can quote me on that.