On Being Older

Last time I wrote at any length about being old, I wasn't even seventy-five. Now I am a few weeks short of seventy-six. The additional time has been welcome and enjoyable. It has been accompanied by some increase in aches and pains and minor, mostly intermittent, physical malfunctioning, which I accept as part of the character of longevity. Unfortunately, many younger people, mistakenly defining being old as a state of being unyoung, are less comfortable than I am about my winding down.