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Column: More thoughts on being an old woman

Thinking back on my column “ When I’m an old woman ”, I realized that I had forgotten a few things. Now at my age, it’s certainly not unusual for me to forget — I’m actually quite good at it.
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Several years ago, I discovered the delicious wonder of naps.
Thinking back on my column “When I’m an old woman”, I realized that I had forgotten a few things.

Now at my age, it’s certainly not unusual for me to forget — I’m actually quite good at it. It’s true! This forgetting issue can even be an unrepentant excuse.

“You didn’t tell me that!” “Oh, yes I did!” “How can you expect me to be ready when you’re just telling me now that we’re going to meet our friends at 7 p.m., and it’s already 6:30! Besides I didn’t have my nap today, I’m too tired to go out.”

If I don’t remember, why should I repent?

Several years ago, I discovered the delicious wonder of naps. I appreciate that by listening to my body when I’m tired, I can just go and lie down no matter the time of day. When I awaken, I feel totally refreshed, so it’s worth it to me. This does not mean that I am lazy.

When I attend an event and find myself the oldest person there, I don’t feel old. I am so happy that I have survived all the trials and tribulations life has thrown at me. I just smile and rejoice in my freedom.

My experiences won’t be similar to today’s youth and they likely don’t want to hear about them anyway.

Giving advice is not always appreciated, I’ve learned over the years. So, I watch our children muddling on and I don’t say a word.

Unbelievably, they are now giving us advice. Why? Did I ask for it? No — unless I have forgotten, that is, but I don’t think so.

I know they mean well. But you know, my husband and I have managed for more than 50 years to eat well, get some exercise and even attend some social events without anyone telling us what to wear (OK, I do tell Dad what to wear, but that’s my job. If he looks good, he makes me appear more attractive. Plus, he’s not good with colours.)

I’m tired of cooking and I don’t iron, ever. Hate ironing with a passion. If someone needs an article ironed, I’ll show them where the ironing board and the iron are.

Then, I leave to find my book, pour myself a glass of red wine, sit in the Lazy Boy and read. When my wine is gone, with any luck, someone is available to refill my glass so I can read on.

I’m entitled to do what I want. After all, I’m an old woman.

Erna de Burger-Fex is a writer and retired teacher.



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