Growing Old I love my family dearly, but they make me so tired. The weekend in Saskatchewan was nice though. Cold, but nice. I'm glad I went to see my Nana again, it had been 10 years. And, it allowed me to strike "living in a small prairie village" off any lists I have. It's all about the process of elimination. I wonder what type of old woman I'll be. I like to think I'll grow old gracefully without losing my sense of humour. I'd like to try and stay current with technology because I can see how much trouble my grandparents are having with all the things I take for granted, like email and google. I'd like to be an old woman who is loved by many, who has kind things to say and who spoils her grandchildren shamelessly. Maybe by thinking about it now, I can ensure it happens the way I want in the future. Of course, I don't have much control over how my body and mind will change. My Nana is as sharp as I am, but my Grandma is losing her memory at what seems to be an alarming rate. It's awfully hard to watch, and it must be even worse to live through. Maybe by the time I'm 70, memory loss will be all but....forgotten. |