I’ve always liked this characterization in Willa Cather’s O Pioneers!:

“She had three jolly old teeth left in the front of her mouth, and when she grinned she looked very knowing, as if when you found out how to take it, life wasn’t half bad.” (p. 140)

That’s pretty much how I’d like to see things into my old age, and that’s the way I’m starting off my weekend.