I had posited to him that the reason he read thrillers was to create excitement. Getting that adrenalin rush. To revisit that type of feeling we had as children and younger adults. What do we do and think and feel to create excitement as elders? Living in an independent senior complex as I do I get to observe elders intimately. Not much excitement is visible but there could be a lot of it behind closed doors, who knows?.
This all brings me, of course, to what excites me in my seventies?
I'll list them but not in any kind of order:
Music, always music
A good story
An excellent film
Designing a new knitting piece
One excellent photograph out of many that I took of a scene.
Stimulating conversation (last night at a friend's for instance)
A roaring fire
Watching the birds soar and swoop as they're doing right now as I write this
My thriving African violets on my windowsill
Waking up pain-free
The open road
The crashing sea
Dogs, any dog.
And I am mindful of that old adage: Measure wealth not by what you have but by what you for which you would not take money.
This: Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé 1987. Barcelona. Sublime.
Now tell me what gets you excited?