So back to my attempt. The kneeler is down. My right knee is touching it. My left is screaming no way kiddo, so I rest my buttocks on the pew and half kneel half sit. Yes, I looked around and I wasn't the only one in this predicament. When did we get so aged? When did genuflection include holding on to the pew so the I could get back up? Three fourths of the Eucharistic Ministers had to use a handrail to make it up to the alter. Two had to use the handrail and a cane to make it to the alter. I wondered, was the slick polished marble floor a good choice?
There were a couple of young families in attendance, but most of us were old. My guess is that the majority are retired.
I joined a Book Club. I am the youngest member. I joined a writers group and I may not be the youngest, but it is aged. The Genealogy Society, you got it; old people.

But I am NOT old. My body that I have abused and not taken care of is aging. My mind is still sharp and I have a variety of activities that I love and still participate. I am still sometimes surprised by the reflection in the mirror, but I am YOUNG at HEART and that is what counts.