Age Is Just A Number

Reader Contribution by Mountain Woman
Published on July 28, 2011
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Thanks to the generosity of Purina, I have some exciting posts coming up in the next couple of weeks.  I hope you’ll join me for some great information on feeding your animals and for a fabulous giveaway.  But before I start those posts next week, I have something on my mind; namely age. 

Do you ever feel old? Yes, there are those who would call me old.  Increasingly, younger adults call me “Maam” but I don’t feel old.  However, I’m at that age where I’m starting to be targeted for products designed for the elderly and my mailbox is full of ads for adult diapers, hearing aids and more. I don’t feel old. (Okay, so I repeat myself now and then but who doesn’t.)

I decide to take a hike in the woods and think about the meaning of life. No dogs today; the mosquitoes are out in force, the deer flies are biting, and dogs are best left home. I have my camera but my pictures just never do justice to the woods. My best attempt comes up short but here it is.

Hard to believe another summer is almost over and in just a few short weeks, the leaves will be golden.  Another year, another birthday looming. No, I’m not that old. Okay, who am I fooling, I’m old.  In my crone years I suppose.  But I can still hike with the best of them.

I find a log and sit for a while to do some thinking but the deer flies start to bite. I read in a New Age type of book that if I pretend I am one with the bugs, they will accept me as one of their own and not bite me. I pretend.  They still bite. I decide to get moving.

Mountain Man has been hard at work spending days at his job and evenings working on his new firewood station. Now, he’s even older than I, but I can tell you for a fact most teenagers couldn’t keep up with him. It’s exhausting just watching him.

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