cracking up

There are definite advantages to growing old. For example, I have a Glad-To-Be-Old List, it rhymes with bucket list. On my list are things I do not have to do because I will die much, much sooner than I will ever be young again, meaning that I am too old to do it now. Because I was athletic I always thought that I should try out things that I am now safe from doing; like: scuba under the Antarctic ice to see the life sheltering there, bungee jumping, sky diving, cliff climbing, and parkour, which is moving through urban settings as if over a military obstacle course. Parkour sounds really, really fun, but really, really dangerous especially if you are genetically designed more like a gorilla than a spider monkey, and female. I am at a very funny point of life and I crack myself up, but not literally.

Caption: Annmarie Throckmorton in the middle age of uncertainty.