I was doing my morning routine – bath, dress, hair, make-up, – oops, did I brush my teeth? I couldn’t remember. After the many years, my mind goes on to more important matters while I do the routine.
Now, If I had been four there would have been no problem. The teeth and breath of a four year old are pretty new.
At eight, it still wouldn’t matter, because if I didn’t brush, mom would have caught me and sent me back to take care of the matter.
At twelve, I would have known I didn’t do it because I didn’t plan to.
At eighteen, I would not brush until after my breakfast; in other words after my coke and chips.
At twenty, it wouldn’t matter because I would not see my heart throb until lunch and it all has to be done again before that.
At thirty, I would have re-brushed just in case.
At forty, the bathroom was occupied with teenagers, so I would know I didn’t do it. I just grab my cosmetic kit and do a spit and polish at the office.
At fifty, I would never have forgotten because I painstakingly followed all health matters to a tee. My mind would have been on counting my teeth, fearing the inevitable.
Now, at sixty, I just check my toothbrush and see if it is wet. If it is not, I brush.
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The picture above is me at 60 at my mother’s 80th birthday party.
Sweet aroma 
Love this! So true. I have lost my sense of smell along with my hearing so I have to brush my teeth (all five of them) just to make sure.
That brings a laugh!
This is the reality of aging. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for letting me know you are there. I like to know I have readers who share my sense of entertainment.
A friend of mine does not want to learn to cope with aging. He does not plan to age ‘gracefully’ but prefers like Dylan Thomas to “not go gently into that good night.” Rather than living carefully and looking good in his casket, he plans it this way: “Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways; Merlot in one hand, white chocolate cookies in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming “WOO-HOO, what a ride!!” (Dan MacDonald)
Maybe he’s onto something wise? 😁
You just changed my whole perspective because, like your friend, I had the same philosophy, except I did want to look good at the same time. Then I remembered, I’m going to be cremated, so who cares? 🤣
If I were not going to be cremated, I still would ask for a closed casket. Just give me length of life. The ugly is a bit shocking but I forget it pretty quickly. Doesn’t the Bible talk about the man who looks in a mirror, then goes away and forgets what he sees? That’s me.
I need to be more like that. Maybe as I age I’ll stop caring so much. And it’s not like I’m shallow or anything, I just try to take care of myself. 🤗
Yes, you should. I’m sure you will age beautifully doing the things that are healthy for you and leaving off the stuff that is not.
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Anita and I are donating our bodies to a university’s Pathology Dept . . . if any will take them.
But as far as looking good at the end, I have enough preservatives from my youth that even if I was to be buried, they probably would not need to embalm my corpse! 😂
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😀 My husband is also donating his body when his spirit no longer needs it.
Yes, I’ve heard that saying and it is cute. But the wild ride generally gets cut short. I sort of like the birthdays to keep coming. 😀
Hmm, at 70, they don’t really matter as much to me anymore. Truly, to live is Christ, but to die IS gain! ❤️&🙏, c.a.
Yes. Think what a wild ride out of here we will have if we go in the Rapture. Zoom will look slow!
Yes, but if Jesus doesn’t return in the next 15 years, I expect to go to Heaven by other means. 😉
Corrie ten Boom told the story of how she asked her Papa what it would be like to die. With wisdom from a life of walking with Jesus, he replied, with a question: When we board the train to such-&-such, when do I give you your ticket? She replied, Just before we board. He answered, In the same way, God will give you what you need when you need it to enter Heaven… or something like this. 😊
The Lord knows how to prepare us.
LOL!! 😊
Smiling at you.
I have done the wet toothbrush routine and I am a few months shy of 70. A tooth cracked on Saturday, basically exploded from within. Called the dentist and they have scheduled me for an evaluation next month. I am not in pain but I may look elsewhere for dental health.
Let us know what cause the “explosion.”
Earliest appointment is ten days. I suppose if I was in bad pain… kind of like a mild headache. But what caused it is one of two questions. Treatment options being the other.
Adorable!
Sending thanks and smiles.
Great picture!!
Your post brought a much-needed laugh!
Blessings~
Glad to give you a lift. 😀
Thank you! Blessings~
Love how you make something as simple as brushing your teeth come alive and entertaining. Lovely photos also. God bless.