Saw my doctor yesterday, follow up to discuss meds I am NOT going to take, etc., and she asked how it felt to be 80. Incredible. I can’t believe it. Sometimes I just sit and ask myself how this happened? How did I get to be 80. I don’t seem 80, she says. Nice. At the desk setting up the new appointment, the person commented on my age and said I did not seem it, because she’s seen a lot of 80 year-olds who were in really bad shape. It’s because I’m 12 inside, and it sort of balances it out., is what I told her. The out side may be 80, but the inside is still that kid full of fun and wonder and awe. I knew high school classmates who were already old inside. You get to choose. Choose young and full of beans. It’s a good thing. I said to my friend Tess once, ‘When you look at me, you see a decrepit old lady, and then I open my mouth and out comes “WOW! THAT IS WAY COOL!!!”. Made her laugh.

Actually, there I two things I absolutely believe. I got all the good genes in my lineage, and I was born with the happy gene. I am the person who can have fun spending the day in the hospital while they figured out why I am in such pain I can barely breath. I had a great time. Turns out I had pleurisy. Who gets pleurisy in this day and age? Me, I guess. Anyway, I laughed and I made others laugh, as I am gasping in pain. Yes, I am Strangely Peculiar. Get it? LOLOL