I realize I never gave any thought to growing old when I was younger, other than believing it was a l-o-n-g way off. Long way, my foot!! It is almost as if one day I was young, and the next day old. Up until I was 50, I actually was shocked that I didn’t see the young, toned, slimmed me of younger years when I glanced in the mirror but somewhere after 50, I dropped that expectation. I didn’t feel young.
I started making noises as I attempted to get out of bed each morning. Who was that person anyway and someone please tell me why I was making such sounds?? Had I lost my self-respect along with my toned body?
And don’t get me started on the small print with directions on any new food product I bought. Good God! I am at best, a “fair to middlin'” cook, but without the proper instructions, it becomes very chancy indeed to be a family member in my house!
In the morning I would excitedly make plans for dinner and a movie but by 5 pm, I was frantically hoping I could cancel — an early bedtime seemed so much more appealing. My sweet daughter, Brianna, finally sat me down and explained that I had to push myself to make the effort to go places in the evening. What she doesn’t understand is that even if I could muster up the effort, I would need to leave shortly after arriving, since WebMD.com tells me it’s important to maintain a consistent bedtime at my age. By my calculations, deducting the time spent driving into town and back, I would have, at best, an hour in order to maintain my 8pm bedtime. What part of that doesn’t she understand?
And what’s up with these miniature cell-phones these days? It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that the fingers of a “mature” hand will have little success manipulating the keypad on these suckers. I have always enjoyed making new friends, but there’s only so many folks interested in developing a new friendship when I make those wrong number calls.
Yes, old age snuck up on me. I’m warning you, don’t be deceived — old age is just around the corner, no matter what your current age!