Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Aging Gracefully

Who are they kidding?

I was 22 when I got married. My sweetheart was 28. My sister was 17. She thought 28 was so old. Old like, time to go to the rest home, old.

When my husband turned 30, my sister and I got together and gave him an over-the-hill party. We thought it was hysterical. When I turned 30, I didn’t think it was all that funny.

I used to say, I felt old age creeping up on me, but when I looked, it was only my husband. I don’t say that anymore.

Three times in one week, I left the grocery store followed closely by the bag boy and couldn’t remember where I parked the car. It’s hard to be hip when your memory’s slipped.

I went to the doctor, and he told me I was getting to the age where I had to learn to live with certain things. The last time my husband went to the doctor, the doctor told him, when a person reaches a certain age, they start imagining things are wrong.

I consider that progress. In a few more years all the aches and pains I’ve had to learn to live with will all be in my mind.



I used to say,
old age is creeping up on me
but
when I looked, it was
just my husband.
Then I’d laugh,
but
now,
I think old age is creeping up on me
and when I looked, it was
me
clinging to the hand rail going downstairs
it was
me
turning on all the lights to read
it was
me
asking, what’d he say?
it was
me.

3 comments:

  1. Ouch! Too close for comfort. But, then again, in 5 minutes I will have forgotten what you wrote....

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  2. Stella9:20 PM

    ha this was a good one, can't wait for tomorrow and the next 26 days after that:D you aren't old

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  3. Sarah -- LOL I know. Are you doing Holidailies this year?

    Stella -- :P

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