Deborah, it’s a very good thing I read your comment while parked. I laughed so hard I nearly fell outta my car. For what it’s worth, and frankly, that ain’t much, we don’t have a helluva lotta choice here. So my take on it is that since we are stuck, we might as well find things to laugh about, celebrate, and to the best of our ability, change as best we can. We both still have a lot of time left. Its right amazing what women can do past sixty when we stop being annoyed that the cellulite pup tents have turned into permanent condos and nobody is moving out, and the road work on our faces has a great deal more to do with character (yes, I know, oh piss off). What I found out recently when I did a training for a company, the forty years of experience, road rash, hard personal labor allowed me to perform at a level that was unheard of thirty years ago. At that point there was something in me that rather quietly settled and said Yes. This is what mastery looks like- when I let go of what no longer matters, and I concentrate on what does. Then of course I had to head to the bathroom ( since I have to pee all the time) and got a good look at my face.
Well shit. :-)