Thoughts on Aging
The bruise is fading nicely, a yellow-green shadow of its former glory, and thanks to quantities of ibuprofen so are the aches and stiffness. Surprisingly at my age you don’t recover as quickly as you once did! This incident brought to mind a quote I heard years ago (author unknown) and always loved – it’s becoming my mantra now:
“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of
arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, bottle of Bourbon in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and shouting
WOO HOO What
a Ride!”
On an age-related roll, here’s another one I love. From Monica Dickens, English writer and Great-granddaughter of Charles Dickens.
“When I can’t ride anymore,
I shall still keep horses as long as I can hobble about with a bucket and a wheelbarrow.
When I can’t hobble,
I shall roll my wheelchair out to the fence of the field where my horses graze and watch them.”
