Wednesday, March 5, 2014
A twenty-three-year-long study in Ohio determined that people who saw growing older as something positive lived a whopping seven and a half years longer than those who didn’t. ― Victoria Moran
These are the two pieces of snail mail Neil and I received today. I detect a theme here. We also get offers for life insurance policies and, the one I like best [not], long term care insurance policies. I guess word got out that we aren’t thirty any more. I’ll admit it. We aren’t even fifty any more and haven’t been for quite a while. But that doesn’t mean we need to be reminded of it every day. So I guess we’ll take the advice in the quote above and keep a good thought about growing old[er]. After all, I’m still seventeen on the inside or maybe thirty three, in spite of my arthritic knee and hearing impaired ears [quite possibly caused by all those loud concerts I went to when I was a younger, less wiser me, but that’s the fun of being young]. In the mean time, reminders like this usually go into the trash or through the shredder where they belong. But Neil and I don’t mind taking advantage of some of those ‘senior benefits’ offered around town. For instance, today is Senior Day at Fazoli’s restaurant where we can buy two spaghetti and meat sauce dinners and drinks for six bucks. Score!