My father turned 93 this week.
After we put Mom in the assisted living home, I now live with Dad.
I have learned from my dad how to live to a ripe old age.
As his cook, I can tell you his appetite is quite good. We eat lots of fish.
My skin looks good–he is covered with moles. We eat lots of spinach to keep his thinned blood level correct. He has a fast beating heart. My heart has been broken several times and the nurse at the doctor’s office said she would have to use the large industrial meter to check my blood pressure.
It was high, and I was high.
When people get very old they smell. I can smell good up to three hours after my shower with deodorant and powder. I’m not looking forward to winter. You can only block things out for so long.
I might lose it.