The drive to correct grammar and spelling does not diminish with age. You just learn to only do it on your own stuff.
A good pair of glasses that will not embarrass you in front of your 20- and 30-something friends, with progressive (read, "line-free") correction for reading and computer work, costs you $400. After the AARP discount.
We look younger than our parents at our age because they helped us keep our own teeth.
We should be enviable company to our youngers--we know a lot of interesting stuff (and yet know that we know nothing), can see the humor in anything, can add humor where we can't find it, and we are so humble.
They will be us before they know it.
When I was in my thirties, I thought those 40-something women who wore shorts over their swimsuits were just being silly. Around 15 years ago, when I was 40-something, I got it. I'm now buying "swimskirts". Never say never.
I repeat myself, but... Never say never.
A poem from two years ago:
My arms, somewhat dimpled,
a little slack,
must offend some who see them.
But I already retired my thighs and my belly
from public life.
Everything from chin to cleavage is at risk.
And the toenails. Please.
I can’t retire my arms.
They will go beneath summer sleeves
When I take a veil over my face.
Not a day sooner.