My OperaI Am Fifty
Saturday, September 15, 2012 7:33:39 PM
Last December I turned fifty. Just saying fifty sounded old! And I began to realize I am now at the top of “Old Age Mountain” headed down hill!
I catch myself saying phrases like “Well when I was younger”, my grandma use to say that…wait I am a grandma!
Maybe I didn’t take the time to notice a lot of these things before, for instance why did everything in my closet become so small all at once?! Nothing fits!
I even have old people’s vocubulary…..words like “in my time” have different meaning than “Now-a-days.”
One day my grandson had worn blisters on his feet from his tennis shoes, I ask him if he had a pair of “thongs”?! The look on his face was priceless. He squeaked out a ”Well no.” I had to explain, “In my day flip-flops were called thongs.” We’re all still laughing over that one!
Yes I am fifty. The children I babysit as a teenager were now married with their own children. I now have boxes and boxes of old photographs that my grandchildren look through and laugh at.
I wear reading glasses….you know the kind the sits at the end of your noise and makes you look really old and blind. I don’t have one pair of them, I have several pairs. One pair in the bathroom, one pair by my chair in the sewing basket, one pair by my sewing machine and the list just goes on and on.
I am not even going to mention the hot flashes, the night sweats, and my night-shirt being wet every morning, but hey I am fifty!
But you know, I may have a little grey hair now and then. And my memory doesn’t seem to be as sharp as before….but I am fifty!
The way I see it, I can do things I have never done before. My children are grown and it’s just me, the husband and Oscar (our four-legged brat).
So this fifty year old woman is going to crawl onto the back of my husbands motorcycle and ride!
I catch myself saying phrases like “Well when I was younger”, my grandma use to say that…wait I am a grandma!
Maybe I didn’t take the time to notice a lot of these things before, for instance why did everything in my closet become so small all at once?! Nothing fits!
I even have old people’s vocubulary…..words like “in my time” have different meaning than “Now-a-days.”
One day my grandson had worn blisters on his feet from his tennis shoes, I ask him if he had a pair of “thongs”?! The look on his face was priceless. He squeaked out a ”Well no.” I had to explain, “In my day flip-flops were called thongs.” We’re all still laughing over that one!
Yes I am fifty. The children I babysit as a teenager were now married with their own children. I now have boxes and boxes of old photographs that my grandchildren look through and laugh at.
I wear reading glasses….you know the kind the sits at the end of your noise and makes you look really old and blind. I don’t have one pair of them, I have several pairs. One pair in the bathroom, one pair by my chair in the sewing basket, one pair by my sewing machine and the list just goes on and on.
I am not even going to mention the hot flashes, the night sweats, and my night-shirt being wet every morning, but hey I am fifty!
But you know, I may have a little grey hair now and then. And my memory doesn’t seem to be as sharp as before….but I am fifty!
The way I see it, I can do things I have never done before. My children are grown and it’s just me, the husband and Oscar (our four-legged brat).
So this fifty year old woman is going to crawl onto the back of my husbands motorcycle and ride!
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