Spots before my eyes…..
I have detected spots… age spots appearing without warning. It’s like when I decided I was going to take my social security I was branded with age spots. And the jaw line (which was never much to speak of) began to sag. Oh, the hair had begun it’s graying several years ago, not alarmingly so, more of a real ash blonde. I am trying not to mind it. I like to think of it as a sophisticated taupe neutral which should go with everything. Trying to adjust. And then today as I looked for where to park my shopping cart a 30 something guy tried to help as if my gray matter had grayed even more. Wow.
Then there was the picture of Eric Clapton in the Esquire. He was looking very spotty. He is 62, a couple months older than me. So he is ahead of me in spots. I find myself looking at other women and trying to determine if they are my age. I suspect they often are younger when I think we are age equal.
But then at the Tavern a 20ish woman came up and ordered a Bud. She noticed my glasses and asked if they were retro. I said “No they are just Pradas”. She said they were cool. Alright then….here’s to aging gracefully but more than that here’s to aging cool.
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January 7th, 2008 at 10:44 pm
The glasses are cool.
On only on hand, and a reckless drunken bandsaw operator's digit-deficient hand at that, can I count the number of folks on this blue ball who I can miss for years and then rediscover to find as fresh and provocative and defiant as I last left them.
Huzzah for the Oklahoman piece!
I still cherish my Daffy Duck wristwatch that runs backwards.
Oklahoma Lottery scratch cards are now central to my retirement strategy so I can come live in the Park.
Love,
Tim
PS: Is mfahrion@mptelco.com good?