Betty was on her hands and knees yanking at the weeds that were constantly popping up amongst her dahlias. The sunshine had started out as a welcome warmth after the chill of the house but by now was growing too warm. When a rivulet of sweat trickled down her forehead into her eyes, Betty sat up and cursed. “Drat these imposters! Do they think I’ll
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This was a delightful tale, and if only such a potion were real!
60 wouldn't seem that great looking at it from the perspective of having once been 30. But from 80? Oh, yes! And isn't it sad how much clearer hindsight often is than how we see things in the moment? Especially regarding ourselves.
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I can imagine that one of the big differences between 60 and 80 would be the issue of aches and pains. At 60, there are a lot of people who have never had arthritus, but by 80, probably not.
Live long enough, and your body will be mad at you about something. And that will still be better than the alternative! ;)
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