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January 26, 2009 03:15:54
Posted By The Write Editor
This is what I promised myself I would never do when I got older:
·         Roll my knee-high stockings down to my ankles
·         Get excited by playing Bingo at The Center
·         Pat children on the head and call them Sweetie
·         Go to bed before nine
·         Wear glasses
·         If I did somehow yield to wearing glasses (through no fault of my own), then I certainly would never wear eyeglass chains
·         Not wearing a bra, claiming it is more comfortable this way
·         Form white spittle in the corners of my mouth (I’d just stop talking if that ever happened!)
·         Grow facial hair
·         Enjoy watching Murder, She Wrote reruns—again and again
·         Buy shoes for comfort rather than style

·         Use a blue rinse on my thinning white hair—I was not going to go white! 

Stop by next week so find out how well I'm sticking to my vow. You might just be surprised!

Now it's your turn. What promises have you made never to do when you got  old?
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Categories: copyedit, proofread, aging, Murder She Wrote, growing old
 
January 17, 2009 05:43:32
Posted By The Write Editor
Time. The most precious commodity on earth. No matter what our occupations are, no matter how much or how little income we have, no matter where we live, no matter our gender or age, we all have twenty-four hours a day to spend. Total equality.
It’s funny, though. I’ve never heard anyone say they have just the right amount of time. Either we don’t have enough hours in the day or we have too much time on our hands.
I belong in the camp of not having the number of hours in any given day to do all that I want or need to accomplish. I have a perpetual To Do list. I’ve requested of my family to engrave on my gravestone a list of things I never seem to get done. But on this list I want everything crossed off. My epitaph is: I’m done. Of course, when I dropped this bomb on my family they stared at me while rolling their eyes. My daughter said, “Mom, why can’t you be normal and request ‘Beloved Wife and Mother’?”
When I was in sixth grade, I couldn’t wait until I was in junior high; when I was in ninth grade, I couldn’t wait until I was in high school (back in the day, high school attendance didn’t begin until tenth grade). Then, I couldn’t wait to graduate and get into college, followed by desires of marrying and having children.
As is inevitable, time marches on. But the matter of ticking time hovers above me. I’m still on the short end of it.

                As a young adult, I began watching the older generation a little more closely. Looking at those old ladies—you know them, the fearful fifty- and sixty-year-olds—I began formulating some ideas of what I would never do when I got old. Actually, my thinking was that if I don’t succumb to these “old people” habits, then I simply won’t grow old. Who can argue with the “wisdom” of youth?

 

Hang on for Part 2. I'll share the promises I made to myself that I would NEVER do as I aged.
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Categories: time, aging, time passing, wisdom of youth, epitaph, school, time marches on, Murder She Wrote, staying young
 
January 11, 2009 10:55:29
Posted By The Write Editor
I wouldn’t presume to think I have sage advice for the economic trouble our country is in. Nor do I have fast answers to the Iraq issue. And the Middle-East will always be in a state of turmoil.
 
How would I spend my five minutes?
 
I think I would remind him of our country’s conception, birth, and early years. I would remind him that those who crossed the Atlantic in search of a life free from overbearing and restrictive controls on their religious life were people of courage. The planters of Plymouth Plantation depended on God for everything. They were hard-working people who didn’t expect a handout. In fact, they did just the opposite; they looked for opportunities to help others.
 
I would remind him that our founding fathers understood how evil man can be and, therefore, established safeguards within the government structure in the form of checks and balances. And I would remind him that they did not fear dealing quickly and decisively with corruption. Oh, and, by the way, they didn’t back away from calling corruption, corruption, rather than “bad choices” or some other inane word.
 

And last, I would tell him that the person who sits in the Oval Office has accepted a heavy responsibility. But we the people possess an equally awesome power to hold those we’ve elected into office accountable. Therefore, I would urge him to seek wisdom from God Almighty, for only He can guide and direct flawlessly.

 

What would you say to him?
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Categories: proofreading, writing, copyediting, God, president-elect, Obama, Plymouth Plantation, oval office
 

 

 
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