One thing is for sure - the one certainty is that once we are born we are on the road to death - albeit a long or short road.
Once you get to my age (90) you know there isn't an awful lot of road left. You can do one of two things it seems to me. This was endorsed on Breakfast this morning I thought when a well-known singer (so well inown that I had never heard of him) said that at eighty he had been diagnosed with Dementia. He had originally gone to seek medical advice when he found that he could no longer do crosswords - an activity he enjoyed several times a day. As I have explained here several times since my attack in October - some days I can rattle through the Mind Games in The Times and some days I give up - even the thinking is too much effort.
What struck me this morning as he sat on the couch with his interviewer was how smartly he was turned out (absolutely no giving in to old age with his modern haircut, his boots, his suit - all very smartly turned out). That is what I like to see and is the rule I like to follow.
Being old cannot be avoided, but keeping up appearances is something to be proud of (to me at any rate_). When I changed to a mobile hairdresser a few weeks ago and she asked me how I wanted my hair done I said, "Look - I am 90 and I can't do anything about that - but do my hair in a style which makes me look sixty!!" And she did. I can't do anything about the fact that I can't walk without aids but that dosn't mean I have to do it in slippers or in last years clothes - as long as I can afford to I shall keep up to date in what I wear - if only for myself-esteem.
I know everyone can't afford to do this.. I have a brilliant carer who scouts around to see what there is I never use (a slow cooker used once only before I broke my hip and had to have her come every day and also cook my lunch.) With my permission she sold it on our local town facebook page then ditto my soupmaker.
I have always been a sucker for clothes. Now I rarely go out obviously I don't need so many but friend S bought me the most beautiful scarf/shawl in a deep blue/green with leaves and tiny hedgehogs all over it. I wore it over my best blue flcecy dressing gown when my grandson came on Monday evening. I felt good and I am sure he would rather see me like that than in dowdy old clothes that had seen better days. Please don't tell me that everyone can't afford it - I know they can't. But they can either make an effort with what they have or they can give up on bothering. I belong to the former camp and that lovely scarf jazzed my outfit up and made all the difference.