And Now We Are 60

Thou shalt not give up! Not the aching arthritic joints, the thinning hair, the loss of items put down just seconds ago, the fading hearing in an ear or two, and the war against wrinkles shall stop this woman from fighting aging hand, tooth and brittle nails, the ravages of time.

It's been awhile since I've attempted this blog but having recently been forced into early retirement at 60 due to job-related stress, the keyboard comes back out. Even if no one reads this oft pitiful blog, I am writing for me as a creative outlet, a diary, and perhaps, a way to keep my aging brain from turning into a mushy mass similar to English porridge.

Since my last writing, I have had a diseased joint taken out of the base of my left thumb (pic below), which wasn't bad really. However, new panic attacks are preventing any more surgeries say, for my right thumb, or any other wayward, rebelling  body part attempting to cross over into the next world before the rest of me.

Red light wrinkle therapy! The latest in the snake oil salesman arsenal against aging. This was just too good a concept to pass up. There are "before" close-up photos, but they are much too disturbing to post and I will only post them against the "after" photos if, and only IF, it works. Rather than buy one of the fancy $100 dollar and up handheld devices, I bought a plant light with the same wavelength light bands and a $6.00 desk lamp.  Hopefully I'll see results before I'm 61.

This was taken in 2012. Note the dress. Time to retire that one. Goodbye old favorite dress.