a sea of white

I had my hair cut this morning.  I went to the same hair stylest that I have gone to for the last 20 years.  She has moved salons a few times but still I've kept going to her.  The problem this morning wasn't with the haircut, which is always fine, but with the other patrons.  I know we are an aging society.  At 74 I no longer pretend to be middle aged but still, even with gray hair, I have a hard time thinking of myself as old.  However, as I sat in the waiting room, I suddenly noticed that every other woman (and a couple of men) sitting there with me had white hair and eight out of ten had canes.  One woman stood up when her stylest came to get her and the stylest told us all that the client will be 100 years old tomorrow.  I was happy for her but a little envious when I saw that she stood up almost as easily as I do.  After that I started noticing how people stood up (my gal was running a little late so I had time).  Every one had to grab something to help them stand up, a table or the back of a chair or their cane or something.  That remnded me of something I read in an AARP magazine recently.  Some doctor said that a heart-healthy senior (70+) should be able to stand up from the floor without using his or her hands.  Ha, ha, ha, ha! I'm sure someone my age might be able to do that but I haven't seen it yet.  I'll be sure to let you know when I do.