Sixty-six??????????????????????????

What has happened?  Evidently everyone sees me as an older lady of sixty-six but I feel just like I always have.  So I guess that my inside does not match my outside.  All my younger friends are twice or three times more careful of me than they were a few years ago.  They are worried that I might have a fall but I must add so am I.  Not because I might hurt myself but just the getting up bit.  I do not get up elegantly any more.  I did fall down the back step a few months ago and lay on the ground for a while until I figured that I was not broken.  At least it proves I do not have old lady bones.  I am using the little rails at the front and back door now because I do not wish an untidy exit.  My brain seems to be working, unless I count the maths I am trying to do.  I forget the formulas for that from one day to another.  That is probably the only time I do feel a bit past it.  I am still interested in almost everything and have to restrain myself from asking strangers about their tattoos or the beautiful African women how they do their lovely hair plaiting.  Maybe people do not mind being accosted by dotty old ladies asking silly questions but even if they do I don't care; I am eternally curious.  If you don't ask questions you will never find out the workings of the world.  So here I am feeling extremely young and vital except for a bit of high blood pressure, cholesterol and a touch of arthritis.  I don't think these things are so terrible they just let you know you are still alive.  I say, sixty-six pish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!