forever young

seems like you all are too busy to check in on blog to update. since i am blessed with a bit more amount of time, i am going to take advantage of it.
ira graduated today, and we had dinner with her friends and our extended family which consists of aunts and uncles that are all well over their 60s. and i learned a new thing about myself today: i do not want to age. i saw it so clean cut in front of me, the juxtaposition of youth and ... old, agedness, (i cannot think of a word that is of equal connotation to youth though it means the opposite) the two tables one with ira and friends, and the other. it was not the physical, visible effects of old (or non-youth) that made this juxtaposition so clear in contrast. it was the conversation they employed or the way they ate, or even the way they perceived every action... i don't want to spend hours talking about how to marinate my beef, or be observant of each flaw in the dishes that come out of kitchen, or point out the niece that did not give the water to the elder first (that niece was me). i may be generalizing all aged people with my own relatives, but now i am caught on the question of "how one can grow old well?"