Those Golden Years
I was one of those senior adults who attended a Golden Age conference two weeks ago.
There were silver haired men and women all over the place. But there was lots of laughter and comraderie, too.
That conference got me to thinking about the golden years.
With each added year comes a new pill, either blood pressure, cholesterol or sugar. The doctor tells you you need a new hip, knee surgery, a heart bypass, or cataract surgery. He suggests diet and exercise, too.
In one way, the old get younger. At a senior citizen halloween party I attended last year, some of the seniors wore costumes. One dressed as Scarlet O'Hara in a frilly plantation gown, bright red, with matching bonnet. Her partner, dressed in black, looked like Zorro.
Another senior wore overalls and a curly red wig. His wife had a Cabbage Patch doll swinging from her apron.
There were, of course, goblins, witches and scary masks and orange cake.
What I'm saying is that those seniors had as much fun as kiddies at their school Halloween parties.
Seniors are getting wiser, too. Some have discovered that eating out is more fun than cooking a meal every night.
They travel more, touring the sights, enjoying nature.
On woman put it this way: "Most of my life I was a stay-at-home mom taking care of the house, the kids, my husband. I was the chauffeur, cook, maid. I've cooked thousands of meals and washed a million dirty dishes. Now I'm going to spend some time just for me."
A retired school teacher says she gets up early every morning and gets her housework done. She leaves her afternoons free for whatever comes along. She may go golfing, shopping, visiting or doing volunteer work in her church and community.
"This is my time to do whatever I want to do," she says.
Is is selfish to enjoy time for yourself after years of serving others?
I don't think so.
Seniors are in the Sundays of their lives. They are entitled to a season of rest and play. If that's what they want.
Work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
And that goes for Jill, too.