Watched the robotic garbage collection truck empty our trash bin this morning. It’s as entertaining to a seventy-year-old as seven-year-old. (Photo from a previous exhibition for the Colorado grandchildren. Treva’s not seventy … yet.)
Being seventy has its benefits:
It’s easier to say (not to mention remember) than sixty-nine.
You look old enough that you rarely have to ask for senior discounts.
Nobody asks you what you’re doing; they ask how you’re doing.
You get to express childlike joy and curiosity without people showing that they’re upset. (And you don’t care if they are.)
“To be seventy years young is sometimes for more cheerful than to be 40 years old.” Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.