430 DAYS AND COUNTING

It's day one of a new year...a good time to begin a project. As I look back over last year, I can see some major changes. I consider last year as the year I lost my breasts. In place of the round mounds that caused me to stand sideways in front of a mirror, I now have what appear to be two emptied marble sacks that I tuck into a much smaller-sized bra, turning them so they don't look all wrinkled on the top. I bend my arms and look at the chicken skin inside my elbows. Yup. Last year was a year of major change.

Not quite seventy is like being eleven. I wasn't a little kid any longer, but I wasn't yet a teenager. My chest was about as flat then as it is now, since everything has gone south. I was a marble champion on the playground at school, so I did carry a real marble sack. I've often said that menopause is puberty in reverse. It has proven true for me.

I don't think anyone wants to grow old, but when I consider the option, it's a good choice to make. If I am going to go through this thing, I'm taking someone with me. That's what blogs are for; right?