Did this tickle anyone else? I'm not there yet (knock wood), but I'm so happy to be a boomer. In numbers there is power, and even the young minds who probably dreamed up this ad campaign know it.

It's all better with friends.
This is my first post on this blog about aging, and women things, and all of those feelings we have. I'm not sure how frequent the posts will be, but rest assured, I think about getting older every day...

My Mac has a feature called Face Time. It's like Skype but the picture of me is bigger.

This is not such a good thing.

I look at myself and wonder when it was that I got old. I don't remember it happening. There was no warning or even a postcard delivered snail-mail to give me a heads-up, like one of those reminders to make an appointment with your dentist:

Hello, Peg.

Time flies! Our records show YOU ARE GETTING OLD and it's time for you to understand the ramifications.

It's not necessary for you to make another appointment. In fact, you may not have noticed, but you've already met with our Director of Aging.

We'd offer assistance, but there's really nothing we can do about your getting old. Except, well... you know. And it's already too late for that. You're already there baby, and we're here to help you adjust.

So here, in this space, I'm hoping to have a place for me and others to release frustrations, surprises (good and bad), and the power to continue on.

It's all better with friends.