Category: Long song

Being old is not like being pregnant

Preparing for old age is scary scarier than getting pregnant twenty thousand miles from home. Now my body has to face the prospect of extreme old age. What scares me most is the unknown and so I study hard. But hey, old age is not like pregnancy One ends with life, one ends with death […]

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My boot camp for the bonus years

I gave myself one task per month to prepare for the terrifying job of being old until I die. I was confused, but I was committed. Adapt my housing for old age Get my finances in order Establish an exercise regime Audit my eating habits Commit to hobbies Make two new friends this year and […]

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Self defence kicks in

I began a never-ending literature review I read and I studied and the news kept coming and the books piled up and the waters got muddied you wouldn’t believe the research out there. For decades now the ageing horde has been a coming thing looming and glooming and secretly booming and while I’d been dreaming […]

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The day I woke up

My mother said that seventy years is plenty of years and after that you’re a nuisance a mistake you’re a burden to the state. So when I hit seventy I noticed the date but mothers are allowed to be wrong about stuff some of the time, that’s fair enough and the seventies turned out to […]

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We are your templates

When we bang on about our trips and our memoirs and our blogs and our grandchildren (the best of kind) and our ills and pills and volunteering and our hearing aids and hips pay attention, don’t switch off because this is the first time we’ve ever been old and we’re wondering how to do it […]

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