There are many elderly people around here, and they all keep busy. Most seem to tend vegetable gardens, play gate-ball regularly, and lead full lives. I often pass one particularly energetic old woman who tends a couple gardens every day, morning and afternoon, among other things. She has more than once enumerated her weekly and daily schedules to me, animatedly counting off events on her fingers. She's what Denny would describe as "high energy."
Yesterday, while chatting with her at one of her gardens, she quickly turned to show me some rapeseed blossoms growing behind her. She was explaining how the immature flowers were a type of vegetable and how to prepare them. In mid-turn, she slid down a muddy slope, landing on her derriere and back on the hard asphalt walkway! I jumped to help her, but before I could get to her she had sprung up and was on her feet again, "I just landed on my butt. I'm fine." She brushed herself off as she continued her explanation.
That's what I want to be like when I grow up.
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