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Another report from the frontier of aging
It’s been awhile since my last report from the frontiers of aging, and I haven’t gotten any younger. So before I forget what they are, here are some more observations you will probably never see anywhere except here:
Holiday season is a time for more jokes
Thank heaven for jokes. Not only do they make me laugh — they give me a column to write over the busy holiday period. When you’re having 20 for Thanksgiving dinner (down from about 30 last year), you tend to try to find a quick column before you cook the giblets. Anyway, read these and, I hope, laugh, but I wouldn’t bet the turkey on it.
Singing in a choir is like no other hobby
Here’s the best advice I can give you this week.
Go out and join a choir.
Some bad moments worse than others
There are first awful moments — and then there are first awful moments. I suppose some would define a first awful moment as the one in which they had just stepped outside the door and then realized they hadn’t put on their makeup.
You just never stop making discoveries
It takes a lifetime to discover the principles by which you need to manage that life — and sometimes you discover things long after you could have profited from knowing them earlier. Since half of my readers is relatively young, I thought I would help him out by sharing some of the things I have discovered down through the ages. Hope I get it in before he rotates off my list of readers.
It can be hard to wait for things to happen
All my life I have tried to be patient, but, it seems to me, I have finally reached the time in my life when I get to be impatient. I deserve it. There are so many things I can’t wait for — and so little time for them to happen. In my life, at least!
It’s another trick that she had up her sleeve
Back in the 1930s, in the house I grew up in, there was a small table in the foyer at the bottom of the steps. We called it the console table, and it held an electric lamp on a doily, with enough room left to collect outgoing or incoming mail. (Which, by the way, got delivered twice a day, Monday through Saturday.)
Things will change as you get older
That was a lovely vacation — but way too short. I have to come back out of the 20th century, where I’ve been meeting you for the past two columns, and remind myself that, Maude, it’s been 12 years now so get with the modern time we live in.
The joy of nature never goes away
Note from Maude: In the spring of 1983 I wrote this column, and since then I have seen no reason to change my mind! Only Global Warming can spoil the fun.
There’s more than one way to take a trip
I’ve been birdbrained for years. I used to call it absent-minded, just for the academic prestige of the thing. But now that drug-freak professors like Timothy Leary are reaching new heights in absentmindedness, I prefer to think of myself as, well, muddleheaded. And I’m here to tell you that nobody needs drugs to take a trip. My mind does it all the time, without benefit of hash, heroin, or marajuana.
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