Today was my Birthday. When Steve asked me what I wanted to do, the answer was a no brainer – go to Maine! We sat out on Long Sands before it got too hot, and even put our feet in the water! While I was sitting there watching the waves, I decided to take stock of where I am besides another year older.  I made a checklist of things that I have been told go awry when people get to my age.

1) hair. Still good here. I have a thick head of hair, and just tastefully grey.

2) eyes. I can see a fly at 50 feet, but need readers to look at a menu, so good there.

3) teeth. All good except the one I broke on a salt water taffy. 

4) waistline. Gone. Wardrobe has transitioned to loose flowy mumuesque garments reminiscent of Blanche Devereaux and Helen Roper.

5) knees.  Both shot. Some days OK and others, can’t get out of my own way. 

6) feet. Still good and sturdy. Need cosmetics. Nothing a 3 hour pedicure couldn’t fix. 

In conclusion, I am in pretty good shape above the waist, and gone to hell from the waist down. This does not make my life any less rich. The realization comes with age that we are still the same people inside, but have to accept our changes and know our limitations. We still have our day at the beach. Only the bathing suit is different.