tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post2430624049767842991..comments2024-03-27T01:07:03.944-04:00Comments on The Roses of Prose: Aging Gracefully, What a Joke! by Brenda WhitesideAlison Hendersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725250883303287946noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-14528449895297234412017-07-10T16:31:26.729-04:002017-07-10T16:31:26.729-04:00Yes, Diane, Life is good!
Laura, you're funny...Yes, Diane, Life is good!<br /><br />Laura, you're funny! You hate mirrors the way I hate cameras.<br /><br />Brenda whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046023091470525960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-73009556021714565792017-07-10T16:29:24.062-04:002017-07-10T16:29:24.062-04:00Well, Mary, I'm not convinced I so wise. But S...Well, Mary, I'm not convinced I so wise. But Sadi is still teaching me!<br /><br />Thanks, Joanne.<br /><br />Thanks, Debra.Brenda whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046023091470525960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-70908306663754397732017-07-10T10:17:31.881-04:002017-07-10T10:17:31.881-04:00My problem is, I ignored the fact that I was growi...My problem is, I ignored the fact that I was growing older--FOR YEARS. Simply didn't pay any attention to it. I mostly live in my head anyway, with my characters, right? And most of them are young and beautiful. Then it hit me--people were seeing at me differently. And I took a good look in the mirror. ACK! Imagine the shock! I hate mirrors.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-47448431810577982462017-07-10T07:56:59.960-04:002017-07-10T07:56:59.960-04:00Vonnie, I hurt for you--being in physical pain fro...Vonnie, I hurt for you--being in physical pain from the kidney stones and emotional for missing your grandson's wedding. <br /><br />Brenda, good for you. Who cares what we look like, besides ourselves? When I was in Arizona, I'd see women wearing all kinds of dress--shorts, sleeveless blouses, whatever--and it reminded me of the poem (not sure if this is the right title) When I Grow Old I'll Wear Purple. I'm older than most/all of you and I'm just happy to be here, aches, pains, and all. I'm thrilled that I've played with my grandchildren and looked forward to The Boys when they come in November so I can play with them, too. Life is good.Diane Burtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-27557696998931098452017-07-09T22:26:40.509-04:002017-07-09T22:26:40.509-04:00Oh wow! You expressed how every woman feels as the...Oh wow! You expressed how every woman feels as they mature. Thanks for such an insightful post.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06483489489806438575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-63739206536017457272017-07-09T18:30:39.221-04:002017-07-09T18:30:39.221-04:00Entertaining and insightful post...Thanks for shar...Entertaining and insightful post...Thanks for sharing Brenda. :)Joanne Guidocciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01549891566216750230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-34982872391909595332017-07-09T18:26:11.026-04:002017-07-09T18:26:11.026-04:00I hear ya, Brenda. But one of the perks of aging i...I hear ya, Brenda. But one of the perks of aging is gaining wisdom. It seems like that's what you've done. Grandchildren are the future and it's our job to make it a good one. Cheers and best wishes.Mary Gillgannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576518364465232493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-12134934471012022192017-07-09T18:14:28.777-04:002017-07-09T18:14:28.777-04:00Keep working at it, Andrea. Or bet yet, forget it ...Keep working at it, Andrea. Or bet yet, forget it and just enjoy life!<br /><br />Same for you, Barbara. We just need to enjoy.Brenda whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046023091470525960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-7522896456499099092017-07-09T18:12:28.094-04:002017-07-09T18:12:28.094-04:00So, Vicki, listen to Hebby and get into the swimsu...So, Vicki, listen to Hebby and get into the swimsuit!Brenda whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046023091470525960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-46486911228496892082017-07-09T18:11:14.294-04:002017-07-09T18:11:14.294-04:00Thanks, Beth and Margo.Thanks, Beth and Margo.Brenda whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046023091470525960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-75415356243124783732017-07-09T18:10:28.780-04:002017-07-09T18:10:28.780-04:00It is all relative, isn't it, Rolynn? I'm ...It is all relative, isn't it, Rolynn? I'm not exactly docile about the whole aging thing even if I have thrown off some of the vanity to romp with Sadi. I HATE having my picture made anymore. I want to update my author pic, but am NEVER happy with the results.Brenda whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046023091470525960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-64956878889520350662017-07-09T18:07:55.095-04:002017-07-09T18:07:55.095-04:00Jannine, my sister and I were talking about the cl...Jannine, my sister and I were talking about the clothes issue yesterday. Even if it fits and you like it, at some point there are clothes a woman of a certain age should avoid. I don't believe in going dowdy, but using a little discretion to remain tasteful.Brenda whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046023091470525960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-49447351977382225832017-07-09T18:03:44.456-04:002017-07-09T18:03:44.456-04:00Alison, you have the right idea but maybe need to ...Alison, you have the right idea but maybe need to moderate. Exercise is so important for youthfulness. Getting old wouldn't be so bad if we stay fit and live well those last few years.Brenda whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046023091470525960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-89554541206425020322017-07-09T17:14:23.650-04:002017-07-09T17:14:23.650-04:00Oh boy. I don't want to think about aging. If ...Oh boy. I don't want to think about aging. If my kids didn't know my birthday, I'd never mention it. The years are flying by and I'm flapping my arms to keep up. Barbara Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10379534828904059584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-57907353835963793482017-07-09T17:00:23.371-04:002017-07-09T17:00:23.371-04:00I'm dong my best to age gracefully but sure as...I'm dong my best to age gracefully but sure as heck is hard. In my 50s, people still thought my daughter and I were sisters. Suddenly, I got into the 60s--and one thing after another in the health department including AFib and heart pills that make my metabolism go backwards. Haven't worn shorts for years an this year am reluctant to be seen in a bathing suit. But I'm doing my best and it doesn't seem to stop me from the important things in life--road trips and travel and mixing with family and friends and writing and exercise (no grandkids just yet--daughter just married). Life goes on....Andrea Downinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11553961600937196102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-26182934353972935412017-07-09T15:45:12.331-04:002017-07-09T15:45:12.331-04:00Brenda, you're so ahead of me. Unfortunately, ...Brenda, you're so ahead of me. Unfortunately, I didn't take care of myself, and then, belatedly, now, I'm doing Weight Watchers with my DIL and her mother. They're both life members and committed, they help me a lot. But I still get into a swimsuit, who cares? And the very best times I have today now is in the pool with my TWO granddaughters, one who's almost four and the other who's 18 months. They're so much fun, you forget yourself. I can safely say, for me, family and especially grandchildren, are still the best ways to overcome the aging thing. Takes your mind off yourself, that's really the key. Isn't it?Hebby Romanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15358048827480613517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-37114683799850655292017-07-09T15:27:47.366-04:002017-07-09T15:27:47.366-04:00You look amazing. I haven't worn a swimsuit in...You look amazing. I haven't worn a swimsuit in so many years. Seems like a lot of people my age are grandparents.Vicki Batman, sassy writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13846704675542248648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-30562325437251311842017-07-09T14:59:38.184-04:002017-07-09T14:59:38.184-04:00It's true, my inside age is so at odds with my...It's true, my inside age is so at odds with my outside one. It's like what the heck just happened? So great the way grandchildren can take us as we are, and love every minute of it with us. After my recent health scare, I'm thinking aging isn't something to dread, but to celebrate!Margo Hoornstrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00036077481652050799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-43343630479352848382017-07-09T14:52:31.452-04:002017-07-09T14:52:31.452-04:00I totally hear you! AND we are about the same age....I totally hear you! AND we are about the same age. I loved your honesty. This is sooo me. Thanks!~Beth Trisselhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13742049964476824594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-5282087569223595252017-07-09T14:37:08.949-04:002017-07-09T14:37:08.949-04:00Ah, Brenda, you hit our buttons. One of my friend...Ah, Brenda, you hit our buttons. One of my friends calls herself 'old' already...I'm not ready for that label. Forget elderly or aged...even 'senior' makes me wince. I WANT to age gracefully, but I seem to be screaming 'no, no!' all the way. Perspective: I'm in Niagara Falls right now...I'm on the 26th floor watching/hearing the falls as I write to you. 99% of the water flowing over the falls is melt from the Ice Age 10,000 years ago. Me? In the scheme of things? I'm quibbling over 20 or 30 years. Really? 28 million liters of water flows over the falls per second. I might count as half a cup.Rolynn Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504770204968969467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-23304321998057413542017-07-09T13:24:20.350-04:002017-07-09T13:24:20.350-04:00I look in the mirror and think, that can't be ...I look in the mirror and think, that can't be how I look. I still expect to see someone who looks like my daughters. I see cute clothes that don't look cute on. It's not easy as we pass that fifty mark and head for sixty and beyond. I'm glad you and Sadie had a ball!Jannine Gallanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01047728297429025804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-10888955288378084762017-07-09T13:00:15.738-04:002017-07-09T13:00:15.738-04:00I have to admit I'm not aging gracefully. I...I have to admit I'm not aging gracefully. I'm fighting it all the way, and right now paying a very uncomfortable price. I exercise five days a week, alternating cardio and weight-bearing. Last Thursday, I was doing strength training with resistance bands and got carried away. I managed to strain every single tiny muscle in my neck and throat and have been in agony ever since--can't even swallow water without wincing. It would certainly be easier to give up this nonsense and just give in to the effects of time, and maybe I will, one of these days. LOLAlison Hendersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12725250883303287946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-21692475177316254882017-07-09T12:52:17.099-04:002017-07-09T12:52:17.099-04:00Oh Vonnie. So sorry you'll miss it. I can imag...Oh Vonnie. So sorry you'll miss it. I can imagine your angst. Grandchildren are so totally loving and see so much more in us than we do. I remember once when my son was about six my mom, his grandma, complained about her wrinkles. He put his little hands on her face and said, "Grandma, they make you so beautiful."Brenda whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046023091470525960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-2049799112094831852017-07-09T11:57:31.366-04:002017-07-09T11:57:31.366-04:00Your post made me cry. I'm going to miss my el...Your post made me cry. I'm going to miss my eldest grandson's wedding this Saturday, and it's tearing me apart. Tim is a gentle-hearted thirty-year old. Being the nickname freak, I am I call him my Prince. <br /><br />I'm in a lot of pain right now with two kidney stones. Just walking through the grocery store yesterday was torture. Calvin can't handle flying right now, perhaps never again. His heart is acting too weird and he falls a lot. The "stones" and I have to pick him up. Flying is out. So, we'd planned on driving the 880 miles, doing it in two days. Since driving is too hard for him, I'd be the person behind the wheel, hoping the pain wouldn't get worse OR the stones decide to pass somewhere in Kentucky or southern Indiana. <br /><br />We love our grandchildren. Just as yours made you see you the way she sees you--with loving perfection--each one brings an unconditional love and almost reverence to our lives.Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07360480832587538895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-81427488115025575932017-07-09T11:44:58.068-04:002017-07-09T11:44:58.068-04:00Oh yeah, Leah, inside is totally different than ou...Oh yeah, Leah, inside is totally different than outside.Brenda Whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04162555468154752820noreply@blogger.com