"What does it mean to be eighty? In her wise and playful poems, Judith Viorst discusses marriage, friendship, grandparenthood, and all the particular marvels--and otherwise--of this extraordinary decade. She describes the wonder of seeing the world with new eyes--not because of revelation but because of a successful cataract operation. She promises not to gently fade way, and not to drive after daylight's faded away either. She explains how she's gotten to be a 'three-desserts' grandmother ('Just don't tell your mom! '), shares how memory failures can keep you married, and enumerates her hopes for the afterlife (which she doesn't believe in, but if it does exist, her sister-in-law better not be there with her)"--Cover, p. 2.