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My Friend Susie

Wrinkled Like A Skeleton

When I began the 70-something blog about 400 posts ago, I told you that I would write about parents and children, about exercise and work and about my views on just about anything during my journey through the 70's.  I have done that and more.


But I also promised that I would write about the inevitable physical changes that accompany aging, and I have failed to do that.  I am about to make up for that omission, and this won't be pretty.


Younger readers (and I love that you read my blog) might want to skip this part so they can deny the inevitable a little longer.


I guess what prompted me to face this is my face.  Until recently, people I met took me for five to ten years younger than I am.  But just last week, I noticed that the "bags" under my eyes that I thought were due to a night of insomnia hadn't gone away after a good night's sleep. 


My four-and-a- half year old grandson informed me on a recent visit that my neck "looked wrinkled like a skeleton," whatever that means, but it doesn't mean good.  On an earlier trip, his older brother had told me that a new face cream made my face look "less wrinkly." 


I'm fortunate that my genes (thanks Mom) keep me thin, but lately I noticed that the skin around my waist is a little, shall we say, "loose"?


Someone recently wrote about tucking her breasts into her waistband.  I'm doing a little better in that department, but the trend is downward.


On the bright side, my smile is still genuine, my energy level is still high, and things are better than they will be later.


OK, I did it.



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Twin City Joan

I'm 75 and know what you mean. Turkey neck, lip pleats, grandma arms, whiskers that must be plucked. I no longer wear shorts that don't come almost to the knee. Saggy boobs. I don't look in the mirror in bright light because I do not like what I see.
On the other hand, of 140 funeral notices in the Sunday paper, there were at least 51 for people who were younger than I am. Everything still works, more or less, and my health is relatively good. I am still interested in the world and busy with volunteering, reading books, gardening, visiting with friends, reading blogs, working out, making new friends, and probably a half dozen other things that slip the mind right this minute.
Life is good and I am going to hang on with both hands as long as I can. At the same time, I am realistic that no one lives forever and there may come a time when I am willing to let go. It's not here yet. You have a lot of company.


Somewhere I recall seeing a t-shirt whose message -- written at waist level -- was "gravity always wins."

When I see young folks with largish tattoos, I am in awe of their lack of awareness that their future selves might not be happy with those tattoos, particularly when gravity enters the picture!


Hi Judy,
I just turned 70 and found you by your 70 - something handle.
So happy I did. I have read your wonderful words and enjoy them so much.
I addition to your cskeleton comments I want to add...
Who knew we were going to grow wings to go along with our turkey necks?
Susch is life...and still we love it!


A very brave assessment; glad to note you have not included age-related ailments / illnesses. Hope it stays that way.

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