So, where, and who, will I be when I'm 80. That is the question that Sayre is asking this week. It's an interesting thing to ponder and this post will be even more fun to look back on when I am 80.
I realized, while thinking about this, that I define myself a lot by who I am to somebody else. I am Shorty's wife, Julie's mom, and Moose's grandma. That doesn't even take into account the other 3 kids and other 16 grandkids.
I will be 80 in 25 more years. Julie will be older then than I am now and Moose will be older then than his mom is now. It's intriguing to think about.
I am blessed by both my mother's genes and by her example. She was 82 when my dad died. She sold the house they had shared for 59 years and moved 2 states away to be near my oldest sister. She bought a new car, joined the gardening club and volunteered at the food bank.
There are a lot of ladies like my mom in the town where I live. No one here seems to use age as an excuse for anything. The young'uns are expected to behave and the old'uns are expected to keep living. Seems to work out for everybody.
I will, in 25 years, when I am 80, have enough years in my current job to retire. Whether I do or not is another question. If I do retire, I will volunteer at my church, at the senior citizen's center, at the library, at the grade schools, and possibly at the museum. I will still be telling my daughter how I think she ought to run her life and she will still be mostly ignoring me. I will be button-busting proud of the Moose. Hopefully, I will love his wife and get to spend hours and hours with their progeny.
It's a nice future to anticipate.