Seventy is the new Sixty
I received these yesterday, life is good : )
Ya, it’s my new Sunday Funday blog. I’m admitting to being well over seventy; how much over is still up for grabs. You’re only as old as you feel, but sometimes, I feel soooo old. Having no idea how I’m supposed to act, I just be myself. Some feel I’m too much, okay, so quite a few feel this way, and ya, it’s mostly family. If I could keep my mouth shut, hmmm but that will never happen. I’ve tried and it doesn’t work, well not for long anyway.
Speaking up and blurting shit out before I have time to think about it is my downfall. I have an opinion about mostly everything and politics is a sore point. Writing is my saving grace; I get to digest my words and delete and reprogram and whatever. It’s depressing being old, but the alternative is final, and you can’t go back.
So… what do I do? Well, I’ll just write a blog that seventy is the new sixty and go from here : ) But, what does that mean? I sure don’t want to live those ten years over again, I learned so much but been there done that! Na, I don’t think I would want to live my fifties over again either. See what turns up on my page when I start writing?
Speaking of writing, my book is in the final stages of editing and will be published in time for xmas. Life and XXX After Sixty, what do you think? I’m not sure what name to use, I have a couple of names I go by. Gladys CherryBlossom is my stripper’s name (I made it up to drive my kids crazy, well… it just kinda makes life more interesting and fun) I used it for contests as well. Gladys has won a lot of stuff in bingo halls and hockey tournaments etc .
I also use clMargerate, (initials and my middle name) mostly for my poetry, which I also dabble in. My book is a memoir written after my forty-year divorce and then trying to find myself again. It’s sorta like going through Menopause, but without a man. All you forty and fifty somethings, little do you know that your whole life is still ahead of you! I speak the truth… trust me.
I thought my life was over while going through that, little did I know. I could title the book ‘Life After Menopause’ but sex after sixty is way more fun and adventurous. And better than ever before, go figure. It’s good to have a partner though, oh God, I better quit while I’m ahead. Just get the book lol.
My mind quit aging after sixty and that’s a fact. My body however did not get the memo, and it betrays me all the time. We won’t get into all the fun facts but suffice to say this, when you’re plucking your chin hairs, check out your nose as well. Oh, and those eyebrow hairs also take on a new life as well and it’s not pretty.
I will say that the surprise cataract surgery did allow me to keep my driver’s license and I can now drive at night. Having someone slice into your eyeballs, however, was not fun for me but most I talked to didn’t mind, I hated it. I also didn’t like the price they wanted, up to 3000 dollars an eye! I read the fine print before signing off and insisted on the free surgery. I always wear glasses anyways and having the ones that transition into sunglasses is perfect for me spending my winter months down south.
As I wind up this blog, I want to say that aging is inevitable. We are all getting older except my brain doesn’t accept this, and I keep acting like I have all the time in the world. I have so much I want to explore yet. My nana-pod is in the works. “Ask Nana Anything” except about hi-tech stuff and men. Sex is okay just not man stuff, because I’m still freaking learning lol. (please send me a question)
The weather is changing and my time to go south is coming up fast, so is Halloween. I’ve decided to dress as up as Gladys CherryBlossom. I’ll have cards made up with a friend’s phone number and I’ll waltz around Home Depot passing them out. OMG, this is going to be fun. Who wants to join me. For a GOOD TIME bahahah…
That’s all she wrote, thanks for reading my blog, I appreciate all of you.
Gladys CherryBlossom
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Oct.19th 2025