Why I am like My Dogs

I used to think "Why can't I be like the dogs when thinking about age, as they don't know they are getting old. They just enjoy the now." But I realized that IS my problem. I don't ever think of myself as my age... ONLY when I look in the mirror, catch my reflection or see a picture taken of me. And that's wonderful, isn't it? It means I don't have that many reminders when it comes to stiffness and limitations of age. So, I guess to get used to my aged looks (NOT my age, as I'm not going to slow down) I even posted it on the side of my main page of my blog and updated my profile. Hopefully even if I turn into a "prune," I will still, at the age of 90, be able to cross country ski. ...That is, when the elements permit. It's still a glare of ice hidden under a "confectioner's sugar frosting"..., so here's trekking it with my ice walkers strapped to my boots. It's a good life!! ...As long as you know that looks aren't everything! [Sorry I've been so shallow when it comes to my vanity.]