Old Age is a Gift


Old age I have decided is a gift. ……..

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.

Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body – the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don’t agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend. I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so avant-garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 am, and sleep until noon?  I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love…. I will I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old!

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten, and I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. I can say ‘no’, and mean it. I can say ‘yes’, and mean it

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day.

Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.

Author: Unknown

Featured Recipe            Pumpkin Orange Soup

This is a lovely fall soup and perfect for Thanksgiving. And best of all it is as quick and easy as it is inexpensive and delicious! It is also easily doubled.

What is special about this recipe is the orange juice and orange zest gives the pumpkin a sweet kick.

You could make your own pumpkin puree for a real taste treat. If you wish to make your own instead of using canned, click the following link: How To Roast Pumpkin.

You all know by now I am generally too lazy to do that. However, I did it once and it was fantastic!

But either way, people will want seconds and beg you for the recipe. It is nice to be loved, isn’t it?

This is what you will need for 4 people:

1- 15-ounce can pure pumpkin

1 ½ cups chicken broth

1 cup whipping or heavy cream

1 bay leaf

1 large orange

4 tablespoons unsalted butter

Pinch of allspice

Sprinkling of nutmeg

Optional: Salt and pepper to taste

Here is what you do:

Zest the orange to get about 1 teaspoon. Juice the orange. Set aside.

Bring the first 4 ingredients to simmer in large saucepan over medium-high heat, whisking often.

Add the orange zest and juice, and the spices. Mix into soup very well.

NOTE ON THE SPICES: A light hand here is best. Don’t over power the soup. Less is more. I like just a wee-bit; a back note to the stars of the show – the pumpkin and the orange. I like folks to know there is something in there, but not really notice it. Otherwise, the flavor of both the pumpkin and orange will be over powered.

Add the butter and whisk until it all melts.

Bring the soup to a boil. Cover the pan and lower the heat to low. Simmer stirring occasionally, until the soup is thickened, about 8-10 minutes.

Remove the bay leaf. If desired, salt and pepper to taste.

Spoon into soup bowls. Garnish with sliced chives or croutons.

Bon appétit!!!


1- 15-ounce cans pure pumpkin        $2.29 

1 ½ cups chicken broth                    $2.52                         

1 cup whipping or heavy cream         $1.89

1 bay leaf                                        $0.36

1 large orange                                 $0.99               

4 tablespoons unsalted butter            $0.32

Pinch of allspice                               $0.10

Pinch of nutmeg                               $0.09

Salt and pepper to taste

Total cost = $8.56
Cost per person = $2.14

Quote of the Day

You can’t help getting older, but you don’t have to get old.

George Burns


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5 comments to Old Age is a Gift

  • Virginia Urbach

    Hi Roberta, my husband would have loved this soup.

    As for the turkey in a brown bag. Simple, just butter the bag all over generously, put the bird (whatever bird you’re using) in the bag and seal the ends folding it over twice and staple it shut. This is how my husband did it and the bird came out brown and moist. Try it, you might like it. Just throw the bag away after, no cleanup. I love the “old age” post. May I use parts of it to tweet?

  • We can’t buy pumpkin puree in cans here other than the USA Foods store which charges 3 times what you’d pay. I’ve learned to make my own and I love this soup! I’ve added curry and a few other things to my soup but never orange.

    I too don’t mind being old although there ARE times I wish I didn’t get up wondering where the arthritis would be hiding that day. 🙂

  • María

    You’re very wise Roberta, I love you.’re Right do not want to grow old, because they treat you differently, it’s like, that’s it, the world belongs to the young, is a, hard a trance for women (I like what you write)

  • This soup looks so delicious! Yummy.