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       April 3, 2002     Issue 040302
   Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com
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We are only as old as we feel. Jill seems to feel like a kid.
She will have you laughing as you read how she and her
family disagree about what aging gracefully means.
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Silly Old Lady
By: Jill Knotts
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I have been taken by surprise. I have grown into a silly
old lady. Don't get me wrong, I expected to age. I never
thought I would become the old woman that people laugh
about. You know the ones that talk to their cats like they
expect an answer, who do things that are not age appropriate.


One night I went roller-blading. My children rolled their
eyes at me and told me, "Mother, act your age". I think they
just wanted to get back at me for all the times I told them
that very thing when they were smaller. How many years
did they lie in wait to use that phrase on me?


I mentioned that I would like to try wall climbing. My
husband looked at me like I had two heads. "Remember
Hon, you're not as young as you once were." The nerve
of that man! What does age have to do with ability?


I talked about going back to school, my grandchildren
giggled and told me, "Grandmothers don't go to school".
I'll have them know that wrinkles are just folds of skin,
not signs of diminished brain cells.


No one minds my feeding the stray cats in the neighborhood.
That is age appropriate according to all the generations
surrounding me. But goodness, I have been doing that all my
life. Other age appropriate things that they approve of is
feeding the birds and quilting. These activities don't do
anything for you when your mind is telling you to go bike
riding or try a go-cart.


If we go to a fair, old ladies are expected to follow their
family around and hold things for the rest of their family,
after all, what could we ride? Phooey on that! I'll be in line
for the roller coaster. Can't you age gracefully and have
fun too?


If I listen to the people around me, I would be stuck in a
rocking chair for the rest of my life. Luckily, my cat talks
sense. When I confide my woes to him, he tells me to try
whatever I feel like doing. It's so nice to have a reasonable
voice around you.


Jill Knotts
knottj @ hotmail.com


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Jill enjoys writing about everyday issues with a twist.
She says she may yet go to school, because she doesn't
know what she wants to be when she grows up.
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Letters From Our Readers

If Maria Harden and other kindred spirits are ever in the
Denver area, I recommend a visit to the Tattered Cover
Bookstore. The store was founded by someone just like
Maria, someone who made her dream come true.


Paul Leadem
www. leadem. com
Your daughter-in-law was fortunate, I have heard of
people being allergic to Fireants and dying from their
bite.
Jason
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Maria hit on my weakness! I love books. I constantly
comb Flea-Markets looking for the unusual.
Jill

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Cheryl's Corner

What a blessedly boring week! No accidents, no
running around like crazy and not a lot of interruptions.


Spring is here. The azaleas have finished blooming and
now the lawn weeds are blooming their hearts out. I hate
to cut the grass because the wild onions look so good. There
can always be found a good excuse to not cut the grass.

God bless
Cheryl
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