Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for September 22, 2019

OK Alix.Mom just told you the secret. Go check her driver’s license

What is it with grownups and their age. It ain’t like it’ll go away if you ignore it. I was pleased when I started getting the Senior Discount (though they sometimes call it something else). Dern tootin’ I’m old, and I deserve some special attention!

How old is Holly? 13? If Val got married at 23 and had Holly a couple years later, than she’s 38. That makes Evie 38 + 35 – 9 = 64.

Age – that thing that grown ups don’ own up to!

Be happy with your age. Be thankful God let you live so long!

That’s so true. I’ve been 37 for about [mumbles] years now.

I’ve found that the more you complain the longer God lets you live! I know some people that will set records for the Guiness book!

I believe the reason older folks don’t like to tell their age is that there is a stereotype associated with the number, and people immediately look at and treat them differently when they hear it.

When my daughter was 9 she said that she didn’t want to turn double digits. We said OK on your birthday we will say that you are 9A years old. She just turned 9D. I met my wife when I was 36 and she has said that I will always be 36 in her eyes. So I have been 36A, 36B… and this year I turned 36AF. I wonder if I’ll make it to 36BL or beyond?

I have never lied about my age and if anyone ask I will be tell them without even thinking about it. I do however sometimes think I am older than I am….for instance my birthday is coming up soon and I already tell anyone who asks that I am 71.

39,and holding.Jack Benny ;)

after 21 lying about ones age seem to be mostly a female trait. Of all the men I know when asked their age they either give their age or an approximation eg 40ish.if you asking a women friend you normally get how old do you think I am?

After I made the mistake of joining Facebook, I put a false birthday on there (preventing identity theft with that) and my birth year would make me around 113 years old. And only a couple of people I know in real life noticed.

If asked, I have no problem saying what my age is. I think it’s silly to get worked up over it. (I’m amused, though, that it’s only those in the middle years who seem to get testy about it!) When a little kid asks me I’ll first ask them what they think. The answer in always interesting! Then I’ll tell them. It’s the only way kids can develop an understanding of age.

In my head I’m still around 21. There are days where my body claims I’m around 90. My actual age is 59, soon to be 60.

I tell people what year I was born and they can do the math if they care that much. No one can do anything about what year they were born.

I am 65 and proud of it! I earned everyone of these gray hairs, some the hard way. I also, unlike many people around, have never spent a night in jail. Probably should have, at least a couple of times, but that’s the advantage of growing up in a small town, the cops know your folks. There were however, a couple of days where I couldn’t sit down.

Try that with your mom, see how long that lasts.

If Evie was 26 when Val was born, and Val was at least 21 when Holly, who is now 13, was born, than Evie is 60 if she’s a day.

Why are kids in such a big rush to grow older and then so desperate to hang onto the years that are flying by?

My philosophy on aging is I don’t mind it at all, ’cuz it sure beats the alternative.