It's inevitable - those signs that let you know you're getting older.
The 'Ritis family moves in - arthritis, tendinitis, bursitis, and all their relatives. You don't move as quickly as you once did.
You lose hair where you want it, and grow it where you don't. The hair you have turns grey and starts to have a life of its own.
The infants who pose as salesgirls give you dirty looks when you shop in the "cute" clothing department and when you go to the women's department, all you find are sizes marked in geriatric sizes - old, older, and ancient.
No matter how hard you try (and the effort is minimal) you can't lose those ten pounds you gained from dinner the night before. Tums becomes a regular after-dinner mint.
Your hearing becomes selective, and that which you don't hear, you don't understand anyway, because of the language the young-uns are speaking now.
On your wedding anniversary, you realize you've been married over half your life, and the percentage keeps getting larger until you can't remember what it was like not to be married.
You remember when you had only one phone in the house, and it was a rotary dial. You remember your first color television. You remember that it only cost fifty cents to go to the movies. The trouble is, nobody else is all that interested in what you remember. What you really want to remember is why you're in a particular room - now what were you after?
The signs of aging keep on coming, until one day, somebody tells you you're going to be a grandma. Suddenly, getting older is the best thing ever!
1 comment:
Congratulations! I have 2 gradsons and it is great being a grandma.
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