I finally said it! Those three little words that forever cement my name on the roster of the Senior Citizens Club. "These kids today". I remember back in the 60's when anti-Viet Nam protests were in full swing. My grandma clicked her tongue and said, "These kids today! They should show more pride and support our country." In the 70's when heavy metal rock music took to the airways in such a big way, my mom clicked her tongue and said, "These kids today wouldn't know good music if it hit them in the face!" Which is what, by the way, she thought rock music did to her. Well, I caught myself talking about "these kids today" myself and catching myself clicking my tongue and thereby sealing my fate. I guess I have to admit here that even for all our technological advances and having so much information available to us at the touch of a computer key, we haven't really changed as a society all that much. Acceptance of change is still something people drag their feet about. Do you think God planned for the human race to be so hard headed? I think I'll ask Him that when I see Him.

Journey Into Senior-citizenship

It was sometime in my 61st year. Standing at my bathroom mirror, doing my usual morning routime, (moisturizer, make-up hair, teeth,) when I realized I was not alone. There, looking at me from my mirror, was an old woman. I stared in disbelief and horror. For years I had been telling my friends "Never say your're old! Once you do, age has won!" But this day there was no denying it. That woman in the mirror was every bit of her 61 years. She was old! She was me! "When did this happen?" I cried. "I've been here the whole time." and yet I let it sneak up on me. It was too early in the morning to break out the tequila so I poured another cup of coffee and sat down to discuss the situation with myself. "We" finally decided that though this was inevitable, how I handle the years to come would determine how my friends and family and the public in general view the old lady wearing my face and using my name. Will I survive growing older? I hope so since there's only one alternative. So I have decided to run head long into old age; embrace it; cherish it; Claim it as my own. I intend to grin and bear it and try to rub that outlook off on others. Wish me luck!