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Well Dan, sounds like your mother is almost exactly like mine, only mine is a couple of years older. Drives me nuts - and she doesn't have a clue why I don't visit that often.
I turned 64 on my last birthday, and I'd trade with a bunch of ya. When I was young, my parents always told me to "act my age." I was just having fun. I still don't "act my age", and I still have fun. They also always told me to "slow down", and that I "shouldn't be doing that at my age." I never listened to them & glad I didn't. I stay active physically & mentally, have all my hair, no paunchy physique (my waist is about the same as it was at half my current age), and people think I'm in my early 50's (which bums me out). My 44 year old brother in law & I beat the crap out of his 17 year old son & his 19 year old cousin a couple of weeks ago in basketball. Having a wife a quarter of a century younger tends to keep my going too. Boy! Best thing that ever happened to me.
Having said that, there are things that arrive with age (I'm finding out). Hips & knees are a bit worn out and hurt at times. The bottoms of my feet are getting thin. I noticed my feet really hurt a lot on the last day of a week long backpacking trip in Yosemite last summer coming down hill for the last 9 miles. And I must say, I get tired of the way some things are now days. People are a lot nastier and less polite & considerate than long ago - seems that way anyway, but maybe it actually wasn't such good old days. I truthfully worry about how the new generation will make it after all of the PC, fluffy treatment they have received in a world where nobody looses or has to work for anything.
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Marv Evans
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