tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710610896754040124.post3953528141218935403..comments2023-10-16T03:06:30.230-07:00Comments on anatomyofoldage: Detrituslakeviewerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00588958054725520649noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710610896754040124.post-90070029705809113422011-06-15T17:32:32.821-07:002011-06-15T17:32:32.821-07:00Roberta, yes, we look back and we try to assess ou...Roberta, yes, we look back and we try to assess our future.<br /><br />Kathy, I just came from your post about your agent retiring and I can feel those feelings too, about people who have been my colleagues and will no longer be there for me to exchange ideas. We can sit around and feel dejected about things not working, about friends passing on, or we can grab every bite we can while we can. I say, let's dance, lets write, lets travel places we have never seen. We have an urgency now.Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710610896754040124.post-47376212217196417772011-06-13T10:34:08.781-07:002011-06-13T10:34:08.781-07:00I used to have this fantasy of re-discovering my l...I used to have this fantasy of re-discovering my love of dance in retirement. With arthritic feet and knees, I'm not exactly cutting a fine figure, but I tap dance a little and have dabbled in Zumba. My husband and I work out strenuously at the gym every day in hopes of staying as healthy and fit as long as possible. But I can see the future. I feel it when I first get up in the morning and everything hurts. I remember what my Aunt Evelyn told me some years ago -- that if she didn't do her vigorous three mile walk every day, she was so stiff and sore she could hardly move. So we move it! I do see sobering reality. My parents died when they were 66 -- my current age. Only two people -- one on my mother's side, one on my father's side -- lived past 80. I am ever more aware of my own mortality -- which is a motivating factor in not putting off things I most want to do. I want to write more books, including a memoir or two. I want to do a bit of traveling. I'm doing both now because who knows about tomorrow? I can look in the mirror and see the passage of time. I can imagine, deep within, not being. And neither horrifies me as it did when I was younger. I'm grateful for every day.Dr. Kathy McCoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02903015507894951725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710610896754040124.post-118658322840380282011-06-12T16:50:47.459-07:002011-06-12T16:50:47.459-07:00I guess the one thing I think about a lot since I ...I guess the one thing I think about a lot since I turned 60 is this, "How many good years do I have left?" How long will I be able to ride my bike 13 miles. Uphill. <br />How long will I be able to go in my studio every day and still see what I am doing? My closest sculptor friend recently went totally blind.I think about that a lot. I could stand to lose many things, but eyesight to an artist. Well that would be mental anguish. Georgia O'Keefe lost her eyesight as well.<br /><br />I also think about the past. For example I think about 20 years into the past. What was I doing 20 years ago? Which leads to the question. Will I still be alive in 20 more years?<br />Growing old is hard. And only gets harder. That's the thing.<br />Thanks for the thought provoking post.Roberta Warshawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09869094383053871169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710610896754040124.post-46962231787758157142011-06-12T14:52:18.181-07:002011-06-12T14:52:18.181-07:00Oh my, I shouldn't start talking about pains!Oh my, I shouldn't start talking about pains!Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.com