He woke up early, maybe around 6:00 or 6:30. He slept, snored, talked and moved around all night. I laid awake, hoping for some shut eye, fixing my pillow, moving around, finally giving in to reading, taking another pill and falling into a shallow sleep.
I hear him lift the dog up saying, “Let’s not wake your mom.” I think I’ll never go back to sleep but I do. The sweetest sleep, more out than in, dreaming, all dreams. My sisters come and talk to me. My friends drift in and out, all in a nice way. My Dad was in one of my dreams this morning. He was going fishing, just like he used to. I hope he is still fishing. He loved it.
I’d be half awake myself, mentally scanning my date book. Look at the clock, one eye closed. I have another hour to sleep. I don’t think I can and then I do fall back into the half sleep with all the dreams. The room is quiet. The room is dark! Just the way I like it. No dog, nor husband talking, snoring. Comforter up over my shoulder, yum!
I fall deeper, but still a little conscious and dreaming. Dreaming all the time. I’m fixing up one of my houses, moving a chair here, moving a painting there, sitting on the porch at my beloved Tollis Avenue, about to have a party, table all set, camera ready. Life is good.
I know I’m missing early hikes. I know I’m missing early coffees. I know I could be with friends chatting about our day, but I just love my morning sleep.
The sweetest sleep of all.
I just read a book that is a best-seller and a very well written sweet book. But I must admit, it did annoy me a lot! It was about two people who had fallen in love, and about their neighbor friend Ruth, who was a very little old lady at 82!! The two people that fell in love were in their early 70’s and everyone was shocked that they would be that old and still find happiness with each other.
What’s going on here? I quickly looked to see when the book was published, thinking maybe it was from the 40’s, but no, it was from 2015. Where have they been? What century are they talking about? I talk in senior citizen homes all the time where people are vital, vibrant, getting married in their late 80’s, and taking up yoga at 93. No one I’ve met is old at 82. We might be a bit slower, a lot more forgetful, and maybe a touch more hard of hearing, but the people I see in their 70’s , 80’s and 90’s are all as involved, optimistic and interesting as they ever were. They are so busy working out and preparing for races, classes, giving back and travel they have no time to think about being “old.”
This is a changing world and I intend to be a one-man band, shouting from roof tops to change the thinking about aging. I want to show that my ground-breaking generation is here to let all of you coming up behind us know that aging is different today. We have taken care of ourselves in a way that no generation before us has ever done. We have kept ourselves strong in mind and body, and because of that we need to be looked at and treated differently!
We have important things to share we have learned along the way. We can’t wait to show why you (you collective 40, 50 and 60 year olds) should not be afraid of aging. If you eat well, keep exercising, be optimistic and plan ahead, your body will be living in a healthspan that will carry you for the rest of your life. I could go on and on!
Really, don’t get me started!!!!!!!
How did Labor Day sneak up so fast? Does that mean no more white pants and shoes? I’m sick of my summer clothes anyway. I keep wearing the same outfits everyday. Or does it mean that now it is really going to get hot after we put everything away?
We are invited to a wedding Saturday night and I can’t wait to slip into a little black Armani dress (I hope it fits). This is that funny time of the year where it is neither this nor that! Tans have faded, children are either back in school or almost back. Some are going away to universities and everyone is kind of unsettled.
We had a wonderful couple of weeks in Sun Valley with the family and had great time. Even though we planned for it for months, now it’s over and we’re back at our beach. We sold our place in Los Angeles and so we’re incorporating some of our things into this condo. The rest we either gave away or have in storage for some unrealistic plans to use them someplace else.
We had some scary health issues, that turned out fine afterall, but shook us to the core. We were going to take a driving trip but didn’t, so maybe in the Fall? I swore to myself to take off the summer as far as speaking went and so my book is limping a bit, but I’m back on track and have some interesting book signings, podcasts and panels lined up for Fall.
I’m looking forward to a roaring fire, some winter food and a jacket thrown on my shoulders to keep me warm.
I hope you all have had a good summer. Enjoy Labor day sales (good times to get a new TV or car), and linger at the beach with some rosé as the sun goes down.
Bring on the boots, sweaters and blue jeans!
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