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Archive for May 15, 2005
Aging is chemistry and physics
May 15, 2005 by Naomi.
What is cheerier than the first bright dandelion blossoms? And they are not limited to your flower beds, nor the neighbor’s. They greet you from vacant lots, cracks in the sidewalk, and roadside ditches. As kids we picked them and held them under our chins to see if the color was reflected on our skins. See you must like butter so the results indicated. Totally irrelevant of course but an excuse to play.
In a few days the seed heads were as much fun as the flowers. What perfect white globes the seeds formed. How wonderfully each seed flew on its own umbrella when caught by the wind, usually my own puffy breath. At the time the aging process was of little consequence. Now I relate to the aging process more personally.
It happens to all life so my senescence didn’t happen overnight. I look into a mirror to see the effects although they were not so discernible from day to day. My skin is shriveling where muscles go unused. Unseen, some of my body cells simply are not reproducing no matter what mitigation I apply - diet, exercise, drugs, snake oils.
That doesn’t mean I am giving up to the inevitable death just yet. My plan is to do my best to live till I die. So there!
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