This happy bunch appear to be enjoying a cruise on the Thames (note London Bridge in background). They are all having a good time in spite of being old. This might be a shock to many younger folks.
The only things I really don't like about being older are less stamina, achy parts and gray hair. Of course, the only thing I have the power to change is the color of my hair. I stopped coloring my hair a few years ago after having used tints and dyes since my 20's.
I was blond as a child, but after my kids were born, my hair darkened to "dishwater blond". I felt like it wasn't really me--it seemed like I was actually deceiving people by not being blond. So I went through the bi-monthly ritual of coloring my hair. After forty-plus years, I really got burnt-out and let it go gray.
But I'm still not sure about it. Every once in a while, I still get a notion to color my hair again. (Maybe an outrageous color, even.) The funny thing about it is about that time, someone will compliment me on my hair color. This always astonishes me--it's only run-of-the mill gray (or mostly white) hair!
Nevertheless, this weakens my resolve and I decide not to go to the bother. So I keep carrying around this head of colorless hair. I'm not crazy about it but I guess it suits me.
I'm a big fan of my home state of Minnesota, especially because all of my kids and grandkids live here. I'm retired but keep busy with puttering, volunteering and writer's groups. I have three well-loved kitties who keep me smiling. I am surrounded by trees and wildlife even though I live within a few miles (as the crow flies) of the state capitol building in downtown St Paul. This keeps me quite contented.