we, Paul, Henny, Coby and Tilly, went to the Zoo in Amsterdam , ARTIS
here are 2 photos of old warehouses in Amsterdam from the time Amsterdam was a very thriving city, now made into VERY expensive apartments I think most people like butterflies, but why don't they like the caterpillars, without them we wouldn't have butterflies !! Ok, they are not so nice looking but they are the parents of the beautiful looking insects you'll see in a minute
This butterfly fancied Tilly, it must be her perfume or.... he just preferes blonds ! feeding time, they are well looked after .
and breeding time ! This one would not sit still for the photoghrafer !! beautiful to look at, but when he opened his wings he was bright blue, but not for me !! see through beauties, Gossamar wings.
first something to eat before we go to the big animals. and then there are the monkeys, I told Paul that his brother had changed since the last time I had seen him, (old joke, but still what can you expect from an old lady ?)
Mother and baby Mom and Daddy The Dutch Niagara falls !
Flamingos A funny bird is a Pelican, His beak can hold more than his belly can !
waiting for a part in the new Harry Potter film.
The guards, nothing will escape their little eyes. Man was he hammering those big tires, I woul'n't like to come accross him in the dark, he was a very big Lad !!
The Queen of the Jungle in a small area. Here w saw the reptiles, I was lucky to get these pictures, they were all behind glass. his breakfast is waiting next to him to be eaten !! this Adder had very dull eyes ! Sit down for 5 min. My Goodness, do you feel your back and legs after 3 hours walking !!
This little gekko,was jumping up and down, I think he wanted to come home with me !!
we've had a lovely day and what Coby and I didn't know, it was Tillies treat for Paul's 67th
Old Age, I decided, is a gift I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!) , but I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a los t love .. . I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. (they can only hope !) I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old.. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)