Every day when I walk the dogs, I check to see whether my friend is looking as I pass her house.
I don’t know her name, but I know that she’s in her 90’s and she’s lived on this estate a long time.
If I can see her when I’m passing, I always wave and if she’s outside we always stop for a chat.
Some days, she’s watching the world go by from her window.
On other days, I don’t catch her eye because she is sitting at her desk, writing.
The world seems to move a little more slowly as I pass her house. She seems to live in the moment, happy to pass the time without the inconvenience and stress of modern technology getting in her way.
I wonder what I will do when I reach the age of ninety. I suppose that for my generation, it won’t be so unusual to live to such a ripe old age.
Will I still have the opportunity to sit and write or look out of my window at a beautiful view?
Will the letter be a thing of the past? I suppose that eventually we won’t even send parcels. It will be much more convenient if we all own a 3D printer.
When I’m 90, perhaps for my sister’s birthday (she’ll only be 80, no age at all) I’ll order her gift online. Whatever online means by then.
Maybe she will receive an alert to the electronic device of the moment to let her know that I have a gift for her.
Perhaps she will press a single button to print out the gorgeous bouquet of fresh flowers I’ve sent.
I hope I will still be able to exercise when I’m old. I suppose they will have invented a way to do that without actually moving by then.
I don’t imagine I’ll be able to go on holiday. After all, tourism is only a worthwhile trade whilst an area is worth seeing.
When I’m 90, there will be no rainforest. The arctic and the antarctic will no longer take the same form.
I don’t suppose there will be orangutans, tigers or rhinos unless they have recreated them in test tubes to live in zoos. It would have to be one hell of a test tube for that rhino.
So what will I do? Will my eyes allow me to go on typing on a screen for all those years to come?
If I want to write a letter, will I even be able to buy a pen and paper?
I wonder what I will eat. My granddad has a fabulous service provided by a local company who bring him a hot lunch every day and charge just a couple of pounds.
I suppose when I’m old, things like that will be widely available. It is an aging population after all.
When I’m ninety, I hope to still be in regular contact with my daughters, my sisters and my brother. If at all possible I will live near to at least some of them.
I hope that watching the world go by won’t be a depressing pastime when I am old.
I hope there will be beauty beyond my window.