according to this article. But the real question is, would I want to??
Archive for the ‘Getting Older’ Category
When I started forgetting things that had just happened, I used to think it was kind of funny. But now that’s it’s the rule, and not the exception, it’s not funny anymore. Even if I write something down, which I HAVE to do, I can never find WHERE I wrote it. It’s scary. What’s worse is when I can clearly recall random things from long ago. I was sorting through my old jewelry (from 15, 20+ years ago) to use for my art, and very distinct memories immediately started popping up. What outfit I wore them with, where I was going, who I was with. I didn’t think that remembering what happened 25 years ago – stuff that wasn’t even IMPORTANT — but not what I had for breakfast a couple hours ago – would happen so soon.
When going back through a bunch of my BFF’s old letters from our first year in college we discovered that things back then weren’t actually quite how we remember them now. For example, my BFF was living at home, working a lot and going to school full-time. Her letters tell that this was a pretty stressful time for her, especially once you added guy troubles to the mix. This was true for most of us, yet we tend to look back and think “Oh, the college years were the best. They were so easy … no responsibilities, just fun.” I’m also curious about which stuff we block out and why. For example, in a couple of her letters to me she mentioned some guy named Al I was apparently interested in, if not dating, and how it was too bad he turned out to be such a jerk. But now neither she nor I have a clue to who this guy was. Another time she sent me a two-page letter simply to sympathize over how a boyfriend treated me and how she wanted to kill him if she saw him. However, she didn’t refer to what the boyfriend had done to me to provoke her outrage and I have no memory about that either. It’s all very interesting …
I was out in the rain today waiting for the kids’ busses wearing a sweatshirt jacket. I was using an umbrella but the jacket still got pretty wet since the rain was coming down so hard. After I came in I was chilled and wanted to put a jacket on to keep warm. Of course the one I was just wearing was damp, so I threw it in the dryer for a few minutes to make it warm and cozy. Doing that reminded me of how as teenagers we would throw our jeans in the dryer before we went out for the night to make sure they were as tight as possible. Egads. Now I’m all about wearing clothes as cozy and comfortable as possible as often as I can.
Until recent years, kids would spend the three months prior to Christmas poring over the JCP and Sears “Wish Books”. Dreaming, making lists — hoping for stuff we’d (usually) never get. But now the catalogs are history and kids like my son beg to go on Amazon.com and other Web sites to ogle what they want. I shop on the Internet and readily admit it has some advantages, but to me there was a kind of magic of plopping down on your stomach on the shag carpet with the well-worn catalogs (after you had wrestled them from your sister, who had kept them hostage for the three days prior), carefully studying each and every page, and, when you saw something good, writing the item down on a piece of paper, complete with page and catalog number. Times, they keep a-changing.
The fact that I’m an admittedly poor driver has never dulled my love of the road. As soon as I got my license (on the third try) I was off. I often went on solo road trips, and through the years have driven not only all over Ohio, but to Canada, South Carolina, Pennsylvania, New York, Maryland and more. But now, months after totalling my third (!) vehicle and recently getting a speeding ticket, not only is the joy of driving gone, but now I almost dread it. Some days this summer I’ve been driving 2-4 hours just going back and forth from here to there and there to here. I wish I weren’t. But for me, staying in one place is ten times worse. Then there’s driving at night. What used to be kind of relaxing — driving on a sparsely populated highway in the dark – now makes me uncomfortable, especially when there are orange barrels and lane closures and whatnot. I feel like my eyes aren’t sharp enough anymore. Yet I don’t want to be a nervous driver, either. It’s times like this I wish I lived in NYC and didn’t have to have a car to get around.
I don’t know what’s making me feel a bit more melancholy today — my mother celebrating a milestone birthday, or my niece becoming the fourth of my 12 nieces and nephews to turn 18. Both make me feel old.
I saw an ad on the back cover of a magazine today for Blistex Deep Renewal “anti-aging lip treatment”. The ad promises that after four weeks your lips will “look fuller and younger”. Here I thought it was my graying hair that was making me look my age and all the time it was really my lips!
I don’t watch the Oscars, but I follow them enough to be kinda sorta aware of what’s going on. And I’ve been reading the hubbub about the switch of hosts to the young (James Franco and Anne Hathaway) from the old (Steve Martin, Billy Crystal, etc.). How young are they, I wondered? Well, Franco is 32 and Hathaway is 28. Sorry folks but 32 isn’t that young, when you consider the median age in the U.S. in 2000 was 35.3. That means exactly half the people in the U.S. were older than 35.3 and half were younger. True, a lot of the people 35.3 and younger (like 6-year-olds) aren’t watching the Oscars. The point is that 40-somethings like me should stop being surprised when someone in their 20s or 30s is doing something like hosting the Oscars. Many aspects of the torch have been passed to a new generation, like it or not. If you want to feel relatively young, however, try to be a senator. Their average age is 61 years, 205 days.
wrestles with the decision to let her hair go gray, as evidenced in last night’s episode of The Simpsons. As someone who let my hair go “natural” a couple years ago, the episode really hit home with me. Marge let her blue hair go gray and was happy with her decision until all the comments and reactions got to her. Too bad. I thought she looked good with gray hair.