I went for a swim yesterday at my health club. Satisfied with my efforts and feeling refreshed, I stepped out of the pool and was asked by a much older woman sitting by the pool if I'd had a good workout. I answered that I thought so and she said "Yeah, I just get so bored after thirty minutes ..." Hm. Can the same activity that is a good, solid, although somewhat monotonous workout for me be an utter bore for an elderly woman? I only notice this because it is just one example in a string of instances which would lead me to believe I was an elderly woman myself, if I didn't know better.
Erma Bombeck is one of my favorite authors. Although I find her hilarious and easy to relate to, I am aware that her audience is principally made up women aged 75+. I have ordered several of her books over the internet, used. Inside these books, I have found a tattered Christmas gift tag addressed to Grandma Miller from Billy, and a page-long dedication from Greg to his mother in 1985 on the inside front cover. In 1985, Greg has already come to realize how much his aging mother means to him "through all these years." Greg's mother, however, didn't find the sentiment important enough to stop her from auctioning the book off on ebay. Should I consider it a problem that I can share laughter and tears over the same trials and hardships of life with 85 year-old women? Moreover, what am I going to read when I'm 85?