Learning New Things in your 90s!

Take a chance and learn to dance! 

I sat at the pool with my nose in a book, but I wasn’t reading.  That was just a ploy.  Really I was eavesdropping – something I love to do – listening in on other people’s conversations.  It’s not something I’m proud of, but I can’t seem to help it, and as vices go, it’s pretty harmless.

That’s when I heard the woman say, “Who would have thought that at the age of 91, I’d meet someone and learn to dance!”  Looking to my right, I saw her standing waist deep at the side of the pool.  She looked 90, but she also looked strong and tall in her brightly colored one-piece suit.  The woman looked happy,  too– smiling not with just her mouth but with her eyes, too.  Happy all over.

 

Learn new things -Dancing feet are Happy Feet!
Learn new things -Dancing feet are Happy Feet!

I’ve been doing some research on aging.  Some of it is pretty stereotypical stuff about how we fall slowly apart over time.  How our blood pressure goes up and our stamina goes down.  Our hair thins and our waists thicken.  Eventually we go to live with the children and lose our independence.

What does the research  really say?

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About the writers

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Pam Mangene and Dixie Shaw are two friends who met over forty years ago.  Our paths crossed on our way to a newcomer function in Dallas, Texas in the early 1970s when our children were toddlers.  Now, their children are in high school.

Though we’ve lived on opposite ends of  our nation and our world, we’ve always managed to visit each other, travel together and keep close track of our children, grandchildren and husbands.  We’ve collaborated about many opportunities over the years as our separate careers took us down different paths and now have established a place to share observations on those various stages of life.

More information is available about our backgrounds on later pages but for now, let’s get started.  We would love to hear from you and about your Richly Aged years.

Pam and Dixie

Why this Blog??

Okay.  Why this blog?  The heart and subject of the blog is inevitable aging.  The serendipitous gift of the blog is choice.  So what do we have?  Aging and choice.

Aging, noun, 1) the process of growing old.  2) Adjective, of a thing reaching the end of useful life. Obsolescent.

That doesn’t sound like a lot of happiness, does it!

Choice, noun, 1) an act of choosing or deciding between two or more possibilities.  The power over deciding the outcome.

Now we’re talking.

What are your impressions of aging?  When I was in my twenties and thirties, I thought the milestone sixty was definitely “elderly.”  Now at seventy two, when a novel refers to an elderly woman of sixty, I’m amazed and a little miffed.  Currently I live in an “active adult” community with separate homes, filled with separate singles or  couples, with separate interests and separate histories with one singular restriction.  They must be adults over 55.

Within this community there are groups interested in golf, horseshoes, shuffleboard, bocce ball, tennis, swimming, bike rides, ceramics, art, theater, chorus, dancing, reading, working out, walking, yoga, tai chi, shopping, cards, parties, luncheons, charities, computer, movies, veterans, cooking, and the list goes on. They all have a choice in what they would like to do or even if they want to live here.

Our ages range from 55 to 100+.  We have folks who are grumpy, cheery, funny, irritated, sad, vibrant and helpful.  Having said that, there isn’t anyone in the community who hasn’t had illness, injury, or loss touch our lives.  It’s the inevitable part.  The one gift we have in common is choice.  The choice is how to deal with our circumstances.  To choose to stay positive about whatever phase or place we find ourselves. A choice about how we age?  That works!

Come along with us as we discuss Richly Aged…and loving life!

Dixie