Life After Three Score and Ten

While putting together the photoboard for the memorial tomorrow, I went to my husband’s computer to find out when the photo that’s his Facebook pic was taken. There I was reminded of a thread he started on his page titled “Life after three score and ten.” Here are some of his posts:

            Candid lady of my acquaintance says: "You know you are getting old when all the guys you committed adultery with have died."

            I learn of the death of an old girl friend. I can't remember what she looked like and this depresses me. Sonia is reassuring: "I wouldn't let it bother you. Her feelings aren't hurt."

           Neighbor woman I flirted with in the long ago gives me the same kind of winks and leers as in the past. Are we still flirting? I guess, if we think we are.

            You notice that when you talk to your lover of many decades, you are more likely to discuss what goes on in the bathroom than what happens in the bedroom.

            If you aren't mourning your friends, they are mourning you. An easy choice, but....

 

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I’m participating in the 9th annual Slice of Life Challenge over at Two Writing Teachers. This is day three of the thirty-one-day challenge.  It’s not too late to make space for daily writing in a community that is encouraging, enthusiastic, and eager to read what you have to slice about.  Join in!