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Christine Geery

Christine Geery
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Utah,
Birthday
February 17
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I've never played by the rules. I was absent the day they handed those out. I believe in being kind, playing fair, laughing often, not judging others and drinking red wine. And I always kiss my Sweetie goodnight. It may lead to other fun stuff. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Life is short!  Break the rules!  Forgive quickly!  Kiss slowly! Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably... And never regret anything that made you smile. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Always remember that stressed spelled backwards is desserts. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Part of the secret of a success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside. ~ Mark Twain

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JANUARY 23, 2013 12:29PM

Vanity Thy Name is Anyone

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I will soon be sixty three years old. My first gift arrived early, wrapped in a red bow. I was surprised to say the least. It is not often that one receives this sort of gift upon turning this age. It is round and red and is situated right under the right side of my nose. A huge ZIT! Now, I ask, “Wouldn't you be downright flattered to think that you may still have some pubescent hormones lingering about, at sixty three?” The hormones I'll take. The zit you may have, gift wrapped like mine if you like.

Actually, this is not the first time I have been given such a gift. I usually receive one when important occasions arise and I want to look my best. I once told my friend that I was going to a really spiffy place and I said, “Guess what I got to wear?...a pimple on my nose!” She was not surprised at all, and laughed hysterically. Some friend.

It seems lately that I am reading many books and articles about the aging process. Just a few years ago I assumed I had finally reached “middle aged.” Not true. What was I thinking? I passed that milestone over two decades ago. That one piece of information made me undeniably depressed. I admit I loathe it when people say, “You're only as old as you think-- or feel or act.” When every muscle and bone in my body wreaks of pain, I feel ninety. And then some days when I literally bounce during my Zumba class, I swear I'm still that thirty five year-old dancing in “Jazzercise” like Irene Cara in Flashdance.

As far as thinking and acting my age, my mind says I'm still twenty, which helps greatly since I have many young friends. Acting my age depends entirely upon the circumstances. When playing with my dog, Daphne,I throw my age away, just as I toss the ball or Frisbee for her. When attending the symphony, I work hard not to readjust my undergarments in public.

Scanning the health aisle in a supermarket it appears there are hundreds of products proclaiming that by taking this or that supplement you can easily and permanently reverse the aging process. Rubbish! I know otherwise, because I've been suckered into trying many of them. They don't work. Period. But still I try to stave off the aging process. Is this vanity or fear of the Grim Reaper, who will some day claim my soul? Being a sexagenarian (for some reason I like that word!) is a great age, but it also brings more losses of people we love to diseases I don't have to mention.

I finally figured out not long ago the reason my hips don't look as big as they once were. My waist has gained a couple of inches! Which after forty years is not all bad, but depressing still the same. The sands of the hourglass do not run up!

One book I'm reading claims that the stages of life are: birth, initiation, exploration, demonstration, merging, attainment, and death. Accordingly, I have supposedly reached the stage of attainment, that being the time when feel we no longer have to prove anything to ourselves or others. We speak our minds and achieve a certain spiritual peace and acceptance. I think this stage is ongoing, having always spoken my truth throughout my life, and I believe that it has always served me well. Even when I lost a couple of jobs because of it, I still felt I had spoken appropriately, (e.g., when I refused to commit insurance fraud for a Dentist I worked for).

There are times when I still care what others think. Maybe this author thinks we should never care anymore, but I don't think anyone ever truly achieves “attainment.” Proving once again that God does indeed have a wicked sense of humor. He or she replaces youth and beauty with wisdom. Why can't we have both at once?

As long as I live I will do whatever I can to stay as healthy, as I can. I never want my family to feel they have to take care of me, even if and when I can't remember who they are. I hope before that time comes, I will have enough faculties left to go off into the desert, find a comfortable place to lie down on a cold and starry night, then go to sleep after sufficient shivering—perhaps with a good bottle of wine and a “sleeping aid” to assist--and let nature take it's course. Much like animals do when they know their time is up. I trust peace will then find me. And the buzzards and coyotes will happily enjoy initiating the recycling process.

© Christine Geery 2013

 



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You are far from death! At 66 I try to be thankful for everyday but my body is paying for past transgressions. I can't complain tho and I loved all your thoughts on aging. I have heard you are not meant to arrive at the end all prim and proper and preserved, you are to slid in at the last minute toasting and yelling "Wow, what a ride!"
Mom is currently going kicking and screaming...or is that her meds. kicking in..not sure..anyway...sorry about the zit but happy about the aging considering it's a privledge some have never earned. I was going to say more but thinking about Toritto's cat eating his face made me a bit teary-eyed and it's difficult to see the screen now. Happy Birthday wonderful lady! ~r
I turn 62 this year and don;t even think about it anymore or it will drive me nuts. last night the 14 year old cocker spaniel died in my arms and this morning after preparing him to rest the german shepherd came to pay his respects and then promptly ripped the cookie off Charlies 'coffin' I made. As Axel Rose showed me life goes on Christine and there is not a thing we can do about it except enjoy each day.

HUGGGGGGGGGGG
Enjoy every moment. You never know when it will be no longer there to appreciate. The thing about getting older is mostly a kind of understanding that this is a kind of reality that we cannot change, but still belongs uniquely to us. Happy birthday and never mind about the zit, it probably does inspire some kind of youthful verve.
Zanelle, I know I'm far from death, but still I wish I did all that I said I would do. And for some of those things it is too late

Frank, You cat will likely lick your face until they carry you away.

Through, thanks. Sorry about your Mom

Linda, I'm so sorry about your dog. So many have died in my arms, but yes life does indeed go on. Not a damn thing we can do about it for sure.

Sheila, thank you. I memorize as best I can all the wonderful moments of life
Are you sure that sixth stage was attainment? I would have guessed maintenance.

And to save you some expense, the age-defying makeup doesn't work either. Neither does the shampoo--I tried it last week.
Jl, wow I could have told you that. Foundation just makes the wrinkles show up more.
Hahaha... a zit! Guess what? I have "adult acne." And I'm sixty. Acne at my age! I know well the inclination for a debt-free death. But I don't want to be torn apart and eaten... I had enough of that while I was alive. Go for a bad-ass funeral and burial! You deserve it!
My dear woman,

The fact is that you've been lied to all your life. It is NOT you who is getting older - it is the world that is getting younger! It 's all an evil plot to make you think that you can't run a marathon in 2 hours anymore; or work in the garden for 20 hours straight.

Lies! Lies! It's all lies! You are nowhere near as old as you feel - yer a damn sight older! Just imaging how you'd feel if you actually did feel as old as you are. I speak with the authority and experience of a 72 yr. old.

You've got to round up all those people who intend to wait until you croak so they can say, "Oh gosh, I always wanted to give Christine a holiday in Hawaii, but I just never got around to it" and remind them to send you off NOW that you're old enough to enjoy it.

;-)
R
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Gary, I prefer cremation and no funeral. No one would come. I stick to myself so much, never lonely by myself. Adult acne...I'm so sorry.

Sky, I agree. I would enjoy anywhere warm right now.
As fernando used to say on SNL "you look mahveluss."
Age is just a number. There are 60 yr olds running marathons and climbing mountains, making scientific discoveries, running corporations, teaching school and building houses. There are weak or sick people of all ages, too, but barring serious health problems (physical and/or mental), why not choose to be vital and relish life?
Great post. Happy birthday, dear lady, and wear your zit proudly as you dance the dance of the ageless. R
:)) Happy Birthday my dear.
How about starting a long and festive party; it is time. Wishing you the best Birth Year and years to come, Christine. R
Gerald, thank you. I will dance

Brie, thank you

Thoth, thank you

jackie, I see that you are new here. If you had read any of my posts you would have realized that this was my feeble attempt at humor. I have always embraced life and will continue to do so for as long as I can.
[r] such a great read!!! relate!!! best, libby