The problem Is: She doesn't look her age ... or act it.Aileen is 95 years old. Her hair's not much more gray than mine is. She is only about as wrinkly as some 65-year-olds I know.
And she is STUBBORN! OMG! Stubborn as a two-year-old.
BUT: Her body knows that it is 95, even though her mind and appearance do not.
This woman REALLY needs to walk with a cane -- or she is going to knock me over when I escort her into Plainfield Church (where I work), and we are both going to be in sorry shape!
I wish I would have taken her photo today so that I could show you. She comes to Plainfield Church almost every Friday for Jolly 60s. LOL! They started that group when they all WERE in their 60s. They're way past that decade now!
They meet at Plainfield Church (where I am the Church Secretary) every Friday from 9:30 until 2:30. They eat sweets. A lot of sweets. They used to offer them to me. I mostly decline, but sometimes I succumb. (Old ladies LOVE sweets!)
They play some sort of dice game, and they still think they ought to hide it from the Pastor, when the Pastor is in the building ... because Methodists used to be SO against "games of chance," whether one was betting cold hard cash or not ... back in the day.
They eat their sack lunches. They always offer me coffee - which I more often than not, accept.
And they chat about their aches and pains and what their children, grand-children, and great-grandchildren are doing.
Aileen does not look like she is 95 years old. And that is the problem. Because her body - at least her Joints and Balance - knows that it is 95 years old.
Gosh, I hope I am as stubborn as she is, if by God's grace I should attain to such an age!
