Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four…?
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?
Can’t help having this song in my head today. When I first heard it I was so much younger and thought: ho ho ho, that’s so far away!
I’ve turned 64 people! Today! Yikes! When the big 6 hit me four years ago I didn’t mind that much. But the big 7 is approaching so fast now! On the other hand, I just should be thankful for getting older, being healthy, not too grumpy and living a creative life, making rather stylish and trendy quilts (for someone my age) ;-)
Too many people we know passed away at much younger ages like friends and family members. But sometimes it scares the hell out of me. It feels so weird to become part of a group called elderly people. They say sixty is the new fifty, but I feel more like forty, so my body and mind don’t go together that well any more. Looking in the mirror has to be avoided at all times. shop windows are another no go area and I don’t come out of the fitting cubicles at clothes shops to show new outfits anymore. High heeled shoes belong to the past and my hair needs to be dyed. Natural grey doesn’t fit me. I have hearing aids and three different pair of glasses, one to read, one to craft and one to see everything in a blink. I will spare you the details about other appliances that I need to be able to function quite normally…
Ok, enough self-pity for now! Let’s celebrate!