Wrinkles may not hurt, but getting older?…Ouch!
I’ve detected some subtle symptoms creeping in. I laugh at these sly little signs sneaking up on me, but I wonder how long before they overtake me and I will have to accept that I am actually inching my way to old age.
I’ve been lucky enough to inherit some good genes and I am hoping that I follow suit from my past generations.
Last summer I was at Comerica Park for a Tigers baseball game with my family. There were 9 of us, including my posse of 5 young grandchildren.
Sitting in the direct sun on that hot and humid day, we kept cool with a constant mist of cold water in a spray bottle I brought in from home and had sneaked into the stadium.
We were enjoying the game when the ball was hit into the stands. Loooong Goooone!
The fans went wild and rose to their feet. We cheered…loud! A minute later, the crowd quieted and settled back down into their seats.
Without peeking behind me, I took my seat………the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the cement with my knees up at my chin.
I was bewildered! “What just happened?” I thought. For a second, I thought no one had seen me. I felt as if I was in the twilight zone.
You know how close the row in front of you is in those stadiums?
Must be only 24 inches or so!
Well I was down there still wondering how I got there, and how was I going to get out of this 2 foot square box-like space.
Then I heard a familiar voice of my daughter, “Are you OK?”
I must have forgotten that the seat pops up…and evidentially, STAYS up, when you get out of it. LOL OK, I can laugh at myself with the best of them!
But sometimes getting older is a bit frustrating.
It’s not funny when you can’t read those small words printed on a medicine bottle, or when you have a hard time opening a jar in the kitchen.
But, I’m part of the Baby-Boomer Generation. I am not going to accept this sentence sitting down. I am going to gracefully fight every step of the way.
Just remember: do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.