I picked up Richard Russo's new book last week and began reading it. It begins:
"First, the facts. My name is Louis Charles Lynch. I am sixty years old, and for forty of those years I've been a devoted if not terribly exciting husband to the same lovely woman..."
Well, I thought, Russo's books are populated with wise, flawed, clueless, astute "old" people and here is another one! THEN, it came to me - the dreaded fact that I am 59 years old. Only ONE YEAR younger than Louis Charles Lynch!!! I could be one of Russo's "old people!"
My perspective on "age" is definitely skewed. I do not view myself as "old" or "elderly" or anything even close to my perception of old people from when I was a girl, or in my teens, twenties, thirties... Yet, here I am - soon to be 60, an age that I had perceived as ancient, over-the-hill, decrepit, senile. What am I to do?
Is 60 the new 40? or even the new 50? hmmmmmm
