Sunday, October 12, 2014

ANITA BIRT - SPEAKING OUT

Words that make me want to lash out at the speaker. It's the phrase, "Eighty years young." or "One Hundred Years Young," referring to an ancient old lady (usually a woman, men don't make it to ninety and one  hundred as a rule)

"Mother smile. We'll take a picture while you cut the  birthday cake." The dear old soul can't hold the knife and may not know what the hell is going on . She won't have enough breath to blow out the candles.

I am very old, soon to be ninety-two As long as I have my wits don't set me up as if I've lost them. I can count to one hundred backwards. I read books! I sing when no one can hear me. I send e-mails to my family. And they reply!

I am blessed with good health but I don't take it for granted. I treat my body with respect and look after it as best I can. The thing is, time is running out! I don't have a future except from day to day. Can't make long range plans for there is no "long range."

However, I am writing a Lady Mary Mystery. I don't have a hope in hell of getting it published and that is just fine. I don't need the hassle of receiving rejections. I had enough of them before my romance novels were published.

So I am OLD. I don't pretend to be anything but OLD. I am blessed with a good memory and have wonderful memories that make me smile.

Enjoy the day. Smile. Hug a tree or give it a passing pat.

Anita
www.anitabirt.com


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