NINETIES

NINETIES.
When I was younger, I thought that anyone my age (91) was ancient. Now, that I am here, I don’t look at myself as being old. The Gerontologists call me, and my cohorts, “old-old.” There are so many of us living to a ripe old age, that they had to come up with this new age classification. According to the 2000 Census, there were over a million of us from 90 to 94 years of age. There are an estimated 131, 000 centenarians today. It will be interesting what this years census will come up with. All of these latter oldsters had to pass through the nineties to get into the select “100”. Outside of my Mother, who died at three months shy of 100, I thought I was probably the next longest-lived family member. But, after a quick check of my families’ statistics, I found a couple of my Dad’s relatives (both males) who died after reaching 95. With my good genes, inherited from both my parents, I have a shot at reaching 95, too, (assuming that I stay off I-80).
When I came to Quail Creek - three months shy of two years ago - I thought that I would probably be the oldest one here. Not so! From what I know, there are three older than I am. Two ladies, have died since I’ve been here - both around 100.
Quail Creek is an assisted living facility. Across the street, and in surrounding houses and apartments, live the “Independent” residents. I play bridge with some of these people. There are a couple of them - a woman and a man - who are 95, and still capable of playing the game. At least, up to my standards. They are my role models.
Conclusion: If, you should go to a continuing-care facility to live, you probably won’t be the oldest resident there.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! May 2010 treat all of you gently.!
Ray L’Amoreaux
January 5, 2010
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