A year after my husband died, an acquaintance suggested that I should dye my hair red and take my redheaded self to the senior center to meet some men. I thought, "No way!" First of all I have no planes to ever dye my hair -- red or otherwise. Secondly, I was 66 years old at the time. I figured I'd have four more years before I would be ready for the senior center scene. That's for older people. Well. those four years are almost past. I happened to walk on a route that took me past the senior center the other day. I really don't know what goes on in there, what kind of programs they may have, but I am not going to find out in the near future. I realized as I walked on by that in my own head I have pushed out senior status to 75 years of age. That gives me five and a half more years. You are welcome to leave comments, but please don't point out flaws in my logic!
"A grandma is just an antique little girl"...unknown