The Beauty of Old Age

Here I am sitting in my rocking chair all alone at 11pm. I took my evening blood pressure readings, as doctor advised; (not advised. Insisted!) and gloated at my husband because my numbers were lower than his.

George may have thrown his bowls more accurately at carpet bowling today but my blood pressure’s better. At our age, we pick up on just about anything to gloat over. We’re not really competitive. We just want to be noticed.

For most of my life I’ve been pretty humble. That’s what we were taught to be. You could be an amazing writer, artist or nuerosurgeon (whatever they specialize in…?) and divert all compliments with an “Ah shucks, anybody could do it. I’m just lucky.) But nowadays we’re allowed to gloat.