

When I worked on the photos taken in Köpenick with Andrea yesterday, I noticed my receding hairline, gray hair and more lines on/in my face. It took me back to my last birthday and discussing this topic with some other 'oldies'! I add a few photos which show this.
It also came up in conversation last Friday during the Marzahn garden gallop. I am not the only one in the group to go to an 'oldie' fitness training course. The consensus was that you have to keep moving and try to keep fit.

I think each of us has to deal with it and there is no simple remedy or solution. Now that sounds nice and rational, and I wrote those words immediately. Glad my rational self is so quick, but my irrational self still has doubts and is unsure about how I am dealing/will deal with this.
Perhaps I have made the first step by acknowledging the fact that there are clear signs of my ageing. I like the way that babies in prams in a tram or S-Bahn look at me, smile then say, "Opa..opa!"- and smile again. It means Grandfather and I always smile back. Babies are nothing if not honest!
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