That actually wasn’t a question for me because I DID sleep in on Saturday morning and therefore missed the, I am certain, lovely walk with the group in the cool morning air of the cemetery. I have no excuse other than it was lovely to lie in the stillness of early morning, uninterrupted and calm. Undisciplined definitely, but then that leaves lots of room for improvement, doesn’t it? Redemption shall be obtained next Saturday. And does anyone else experience stiffness in the joints first thing in the morning? What’s that about? Is this what aging means? I think of Leonard Cohen: “I ache in the places where I used to play”.
But I take consolation from a little book that I have called: “Age Doesn’t Matter Unless You’re a Cheese.” In which Fred Astaire says: “Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you’ve got to start young.” And horse trainer Horatio Luro, explaining the secret of his eighty years says: ” Swim, dance a little, go to Paris every August, and live within walking distance of two hospitals.” Ann Landers said: “Inside every seventy-year old is a thirty-five year old asking: What happened?”
But my favourite so far is what financier Bernard Baruch said: “To me, old age is always fifteen years older than I am.” I can live by that one!