It is snowing, not very hard. I don't think very long, but it is snowing. "I" and I hit the floor about fifteen minutes ago. She was jumping and running around, The great outdoors beckoned. I stumbled to the door, she hurried out, and stopped in her tracks, she made a hurried about face. No great outdoors at 4:30 am, when a cold wind is blowing mixed with snow and a little sleet. We will try it again later.
My sister has been calling me the last few days to ask if I am hearing the drums. I told her I was blaming my headache on the drums. before I start this out by making my sister sound mean. I have to do a little confessing. The last few years, right before my sister and my brothers birthday, I call them. Several times just to ask if the noise is getting louder, the pounding on the doors, the drums. I tease them both, her especially. Because all those sounds are a good sign old age is approaching fast. Well, the drums are beating, louder and louder. at my house.
When we are young we wait each year with great anticapation. Birthdays are fun, presents, cake, feeling special one day a year. The day of your birth. Also when you are young years can stand for milestones. Sixteen, getting your drivers license,twenty-one old enough to drink and vote,though its eighteen now to vote. Thirty is not bad either. But then we start looking at forty, and age begins to start to lose its appeal.
I have had a easy way to deal with age over the years. I lied. Lied about it so much I have to stop and think to remember for sure how old I am. My daughter said the other day, one of her sons asked how old I really was. Because I lied so much he didn't know. Of course this is the grandson who asked me last fall when I was going to start dressing my age. Which I immediately answered, never.
I am sorry but I do not do polyester. Polyester and I parted ways in the seventies and will never get back together. I do not do print house dresses either. Or those little cotton dusters that snap up the front. Now I like cotton, just not the dusters. Now in all fairness to the grandkids. When you are grown and your grandmother shows...how do I say this. Oh I know her cleavage. It has to be difficult.
The honest truth is I don't dress trying to look younger. I dress because I hate the clothes that are made for older women. No elastic waist pants please. Give me jeans and a cute top.
Over the years my kids and my grandkids have seen my hair every color you could bring to imagination. No sir no little blue haired lady hair for me. Give me blond, brown or every color in between. I have surely tried them all. I just refuse to be a blue hair.
So the drums are beating. The day is getting closer. I can hide but they will find me. The only alternative to old age is dying and I am not ready for that one yet. Will this year be the year I start acting and dressing my age. Naw, I don't think so. I will walk on the wrong side of the street probably, with my frizzed whatever color hair. I will stick out my tongue at the years and try my best to give them a foot race. Let them beat them dang drums. I'm ready for them.
I love this, sounds like me I said I would never grow old gracefully I will fight it every step of the way, and I have been told that I dress to young for my age and someone told me not too long ago why do you do that and I said because I can, and just because your old doesnt mean you have to dress like it and act like it. You know Jeffrey said something to me the other day he said Mom relax slow down, dont do something because thats what someone wants and dont settle for less than you deserve. Funny how Im trying to teach them about life and their teaching me. Jeffrey is a kid who walks to the beat of his own drum, stands out, is loud and can be obnoxious, but he will tell you he doesnt care what people think of him or how he looks, doesnt hurry for anyone and lives for the moment is a fly by the seat of his pants kind of person, but is probably happier than most of us cause he seems to trully enjoy life. So for all the Jeffreys and Aunt Billyes out their I say you go guys because deep down all of us wish we could just act a little crazy dress a little crazy, say things to people but most of us are afraid what people will think.
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