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The older you are, the less you worry. That’s one advantage to aging. We all calm down. Or most of us anyway.
As a woman’s 40th birthday recedes in the rear-view mirror, she sees a Facebook photo of herself and faces reality: Her makeup routine isn’t working for her anymore. She turns to Jodi Risley, an artist and educator for Make Up For Ever, founded in 1984 in Paris, where women know how to look good at every age.
Want to know your chances of dying in the next 10 years? Here are some bad signs: getting winded walking several blocks, smoking, and having trouble pushing a chair across the room. That’s according to a “mortality index” developed by San Francisco researchers for people older than 50.
The news that a wealthy space travel entrepreneur hopes to send a man and woman on a 501-day trip in space toward Mars sparked many conversations last week. I asked several boomers if they thought they’d live to see some startling occurrence before they passed on. Yup. Several said they half expected to witness a cataclysmic event, such as an asteroid strike or a nuclear missile aimed at the United States. Others said they thought space travel would become as common as airplane travel is today.
Until a coworker mentioned early retirement, neither Wendy Budge nor her husband, Bill, knew the option existed. For 38 years, Wendy had worked as a medical technologist at Deaconess Medical Center. Bill had been with the American Cancer Society for 20 years.
The one band I regret not seeing? My fantasy version of The New Christy Minstrels. I attended their concert but fantasy was replaced by reality. I was a student at Gonzaga University in the mid-1960s when our budding student impresario managed to book the chart-topping Minstrels. I scraped together coin for a ticket while imagining my concert evening in the audience loving the music, dreaming of what it might be like to be on the stage as one of that glamorous group, and yes, ogling the hunky guys.
Ron and Lindy Cater’s retirement appears to have resulted from a carefully planned and well-executed strategy. But, as Ron Cater said, “Part of it was maybe kind of dumb luck.”
Inland Northwest residents have the great fortune to be surrounded by several institutions of higher learning. Our regional colleges and universities invite terrific speakers from all over the country – and sometimes from all over the world – and open these talks to the public. This week, enjoy a free science binge. On Wednesday, Spokane Community College’s President’s Speaker Series is hosting a talk on global partnership by Shaifali Puri, executive director of Scientists Without Borders. Puri’s presentation begins at 7 p.m. in the SCC Lair-Student Center auditorium, 1810 N. Greene St.
One day in 2011, Virginia Koerber of Lake Villa, Ill., “woke up with a new life.” At 65, she got divorced.
Whether you’re new to Spokane, or a lifer who might have taken some of its qualities for granted during the course of a long career, Boomer U would like to offer a list of local opportunities, for those who’d rather enrich the community than leave it. Here’s a sampler, to get the discussion started. If you’d like to nominate a favorite or two of your own, look up this article online at www.spokesman.com and post a comment. Tutor a kid
I wish I understood at 20 what I know now about: Marrying at a young age: Want to see your future? Look at the family dynamics of your spouse-to-be. Careful, though, there is no room here for self- righteousness, because your poor spouse has only to look at your family to see his future.
When fog hangs low in the pines and winter’s old snow melts sullenly on the potholed streets, Brooks Sackett feels no urge to fly south. The snowbird’s siren song – RV parks in the desert, the freedom of an open road, an apartment near a golf course or a beach – leaves him unmoved. Sunless in Spokane? Nope. Here, he has found the light of enough friends and activities to make the winter warm.
My mother always said to us kids: “Don’t ask me anything until I’ve had a cup of coffee. If you bother me before I’ve had my coffee, the answer is ‘no’. Period. I need my coffee.” My mother was a registered nurse, and my dad was a licensed practical nurse. They both worked full-time and were very tired at the end of the day. From the time I was 5 until I was 8, they worked at Eastern State Hospital in Medical Lake.
As a 20 year-old, I would have benefited from knowing that there are so many interesting genuine people living great lives of meaning without a spotlight shining on them all the time. At times I yearned to be famous and rich and handsome and so forth – a “spotlight person.”
Instead of protesting, dropping out, and getting high, I spent the mid-to-late 1960s abroad, learning more about our world and different cultures and discovering the delights and hardships of teaching school in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. I did protest, marching against (then governor of Alabama) George Wallace when he visited northern Indiana near where I was in college. I also marched in several protests against the war in Vietnam.
People like to be surrounded by the familiar. The greetings of a longtime neighbor, the knowledge that the dairy is on aisle 7 in the grocery store or the blooming of the same lilac bush every spring are all markers that we are home, where we belong. For no demographic is this truer than for seniors.
Instead of protesting, dropping out, getting high, I spent the late 1960s dating for nearly two years and getting to know well the man I married in 1967. During that time we also got to know and love each other’s families. We were both 20 years old when we married. My parents thought we were too young, but we knew what we were doing. We moved in together after the honeymoon. We practiced reliable birth control. We were still in college, and we both went on to graduate. We moved to another state so my husband could accept a good job offer. I also found a good job after my graduation. We put all of my earnings into savings as we had been living on my husband’s salary alone and figured we could continue to do so.
These Boomer U readers today answered these prompts: “Instead of protesting, dropping out, getting high, I spent the late 1960s …” Here are two more prompts for our readers to ponder:
WASHINGTON – It has the makings of a science fiction movie: Zap someone’s brain with mild jolts of electricity to try to stave off the creeping memory loss of Alzheimer’s disease. And it’s not easy. Holes are drilled into the patient’s skull so tiny wires can be implanted into just the right spot.