Muddled in the Middle

“Middle-aged” is a funny term. It doesn’t mean anything specific—and even considered logically, you’d never know when it occurred for you ’til the last day of your life. Then you could do the math.

But many people can’t stand the idea of being considered “middle aged.” I read an article in which a woman asked a 104-year-old relative when it starts, then expressed relief when the answer was, for her, not for a while.

If I get to 104 and someone asks me that question, I hope I’ll have a sensible response. Something like …

 “Who the heck cares?”

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