I MIGHT BECOME A GYPSY.

I finally have "I" back in the house. No quiet mediation's with her on the front porch this morning. Half the neighborhood are probably awake. There were imaginary shadows and foes out there this morning. She raced back and
forth across the front yard in a frantic pace. I do not see well but I am sure there was nothing there. Finally we came back in and settled down. What a heck of a way to start the day.

Well the big day where the old age spirits came and tried to invade my body, has come and went. Because as of yesterday I was another year older. I have fought the good fight but time always wins the battle. Unless you die it always marches on.

The funny fact about getting older is you just don't feel any different. Oh you have aches and pains. Maybe don't remember as well as you use too but for the most part I believe people just think ,"How in the heck did I get trapped in this old body. I was talking to my sister . We talked about how it felt like we are in a time warp. That we should be young again. I want to cry out, "The aliens have stolen my body." And we don't even want get into what they have done to my face. But the secret here folks is they for the most part leave your mind and emotions alone. You feel the same. You feel like you can do anything. But you look in the mirror and think, "Who the heck is that woman?"

I have cycled into becoming one of those outspoken older folks. Well if I must confess I have always been outspoken. So I guess I can't blame that one on getting older.

But I think maybe if I was to confess anything, maybe age has left me a little more sensitive, getting my feelings hurt a little easier. Maybe I have always been that way, its hard to remember back that far.

And one thing older people want, in case you are reading this. We want to be kept in the loop. Keep me in the damn loop please. Don't let me fade away. . Don't look at me as if I have become slightly smaller. The only good thing I could ever see in getting older was they said, you got shorter. Well, I am here to tell you they lied. I still stand 5'9. I have gained weight but not one inch shorter. I have also heard your nose gets bigger as you age. Oh, no my mind screamed when I heard that one. My nose is plenty big enough.

I tried yesterday to take all the old jokes with a smile. But I did not want to hear the actual age be spoken out loud. About eleven yesterday morning my daughter called. "Have you been on facebook?" she asked. "Earlier," I told her. "Well," she said, "Someone has posted Happy Birthday to you and your age." "My age," I screamed. She laughed, gleefully is the only way to describe her laugh. The descriptive word, gleeful. Thanks guys.

Grow old gracefully I have always heard. I refuse. I will never be one of the little old ladies who smiles as she crochets. I really wish I was. I love my two children with every breath I have in my body. I would love to be for them what would make them proud. With all the other stupid stunts I have committed over the years. Now I daily pound away on this computer, sending out these nonsense words. Who wants their mother to do something like that? But take courage children, not many see it. Oh have I mentioned kids, I am thinking of learning to read the Tarot cards and really work on becoming a gypsy.