June 29, 2017
I’m 65 in August. Never, at any age, did I keep a number in the forefront of my mind. But now it’s like a chime ringing several times a day. You are 65. I’m slowly learning or trying to learn to accept my age. I run across the street with some speed to avoid cars and I say, “You are 65.” meaning: others are watching an old lady. I think about moving my store to a better location, and I say, “You are 65” meaning: give up. Often, meeting a person, I say, “You are 65” meaning: you are nobody.