Senior Centers

This has been another rewarding day in that I have completed more tasks; however, I do have many more to complete before leaving on our Pennsylvania trip early Monday morning. I have written a letter to my high school classmates, addressed envelopes, and am now ready to stuff them with the final announcement of our reunion coming up in September.

I was delighted to be able to have a long conversation with a former sixth-grade student of mine tonight. I have probably not heard from her in 35 years! Her older sister was in my graduating class and we are planning to honor all those deceased members at our reunion; it's my responsibility to gather information about several of the members, Julia included. I was surprised to learn that her sister has grown children in grad school (What does that make me?). She is even talking about retiring!?*! UGH!. Sometimes I feel old but I don't feel quite so old as dirt yet. Perhaps when I see all my classmates, I will accept the fact that I, too, am aging, gracefully, I hope!

Today, a friend and I went to the Council on Aging, aka Senior Citizens Center, to check out their exercise program. After we stepped outside and I noted all the older seniors, many of whom were walking with canes and walkers, I told her that I was having trouble accepting the fact that I was eligible to go there. I asked her if she was having that problem and she said, no! Now, why do I have that problem? Is it pride I wonder? At any rate, this is something I will just have to work through on my own. People were leaving in transportation vans and in cars with others driving them. I remember that my mom felt the same way. She just refused to go over even when she was 80+. We did finally talk her into accepting Meals on Wheels, not an easy task, and she enjoyed the meals, but she never once stepped foot into that building. Their purpose is such a worthwhile one and I do support them in every way. BUT, am I ready to let them support me even with the exercise program for which I would be paying? Pride can stand in the way of many good things.