Hi, I’m Randee, I’m seventy years old and my life’s not perfect, but I love these gravy years… read more

 

 

 

Exhibit A: This is the cover of last year’s Time Magazine, double issue on longevity and Alzheimer’s.  Take a look at that CHIN! Is that the chin of a woman who needs an Alzheimer’s pill? If not, why not?  Is being an old person with an old person’s chin so unacceptable that Time Magazine cannot show it on the cover of its longevity issue? Really?! (read more…)

It’s 8 years since my  Mother passed.    As usual, I walked on a beach she loved, this time with my husband, Peter, and  our good good friends, Amir & Bonnie.  The night before, Amir’s uncle had passed  in his sleep after a fine long life.  He was not destroyed by this loss, as I was not destroyed by the loss of my Mother.  Still, our losses were with us as we walked, me dropping a trail of little blue statice.  The flowers  weren’t really doing it for me this year and  I was worried that the wonder I have always felt walking the beach on this anniversary was fading with the years.   I found a heart rock and put it in a crevice of the big rock that I festooned with flowers last year, but that too seemed like a let down.
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My friend thought she was getting Alzheimers because she could never remember what happened the night before.  Her son thought she had it too, he wanted her to get tested.  She was afraid to go because she was in her mid-60’s and there was Alzheimer’s in her family.  Who needs to know they have that kind of death sentence, she thought!?  But it finally got so bad, she went to her doctor who gave her an Alzheimer’s test.  She answered all of the questions with flying colors.  Then her doc asked if she drank alcohol?  Yes.  How much?  Usually a bottle a night…sometimes a little more.  How much more?  Two bottles a night.  My friend weighs 120 pounds.  Her doc chuckled kindly, “You don’t have Alzheimer’s,” she said. “The reason you can’t remember any thing is you’re drinking to a blackout.  That’s what a blackout is, you can’t remember things.” (read more…)

 A year ago,  I got worried that I was falling a lot.  So I started keeping a spreadsheet, which I wrote about in one of my first posts.  If you missed it, what I found was that 1) I wasn’t falling nearly as much as I though, and  2) there were extenuating circumstances.

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I remember seeing Ram Dass speak years ago, and he pointed out that meditation was a lot like old age – you slow down, you see less far, you move less quickly. Unable to rush about, your attention turns inward where, without distractions, you are able to see more clearly your life and its lessons. (read more…)

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