Medicare is now me | Life on a Colorado Farm

Today I am officially a Medicare recipient. Said like that I feel O.L.D.

But I really don’t feel old. I’m sometimes surprised when I see myself in the mirror: “OH! Why that IS me. Hummmm I don’t feel like that person,” is the glancing thought I give myself as I finish washing my face and going about the day.

Sometimes I am struck by the beauty of my grandchildren’s little hands…Bladen’s long nimble fingers, Linkin’s busy, always busy, doing something hands, and Tallen’s sweet little baby hands that are quickly turning into a 6 year’s old.

I see those hands and reach out to touch them…. mine with years of work on the backs, fingers sort of bent and crooked from old-time injuries, and the hard and lumpy joints starting to show up where my thumb meets my wrist. There are many years between us…those bright-eyed wonders waiting to experience the world and myself and Terry. We have reached the age of wisdom and ability and true hard-knocks education — they are still at the age they know the world is big and they have much to learn and to give to it.

Terry and I have the privilege of knowing we get to pass on to them —the memories of us. The other stuff is up their parents. 🙂

On Friday Terry and I will become Tally’s show and tell—for show in tell she has to bring something that starts with G… she decided on GRANDPARENTS! Terry and I want to take something to give to all the little Kindergartners that starts with a G…we are still thinking on it. If you have ideas we are open!

Anyway…today at 4 minutes to midnight I will enter this world. 65 years later I’m still going strong!