Opinion : Oh those aching bones

I'm sure this is just an age thing. 

Somewhere in your mind you are convinced that you will never get old like your grandparents, or for sure never be as old and wrinkled as your great grandparents....

....but if you do somehow get old, you AREN'T going to say things like, "I remember when..." 

So in each conversation about "the way things used to be..." you make a conscious effort when going down memory lane to say mentally, "I remember when..." then verbally say something like, "There used to be a restaraunt there" put those two statements together...

I remember when + There used to be a restaraunt there = old person talking

I don't remember learning about that in English class, I remember prepositional phrases, but I remember nothing about phrases you can't use over 40 because they make you sound old.

Then there's the whole, "Ouch!" "Ew, that hurts." "Be careful..."

The other day while playing around with one of my girls, they grabbed my hand and I cringed.

After typing on computers for, (something else that made me gasp and say, "How could it possibly have been THAT long???)  almost 30 years, I find certain areas of my hands have slight discomfort, and I find myself rubbing, squeezing and occassionally popping ibprofen trying to find relief.

I know what it is.

But now I remember my grandmother rubbing her hands because of arthritis, and looking at her knuckles and arthritic hands, and thinking the poor lady!

Well, I'm not getting old and arthritic. I just should take a break from certain activities...

I still fear that I'm getting "old".

There's a lengthy conversation that goes on in your head around this age...

Then if you are fortunate enough to add a grandbaby to your family, you KNOW you're going to think thoughts like, "What a cutie!", or "This is the sweetest little human being!"

But be careful!  You are going to say, "I remember when....!"

Then you start doing the math.

"I'm not that old, I'm still in my 40's...my parent's were older when we made them grandparents..."

After double checking to make sure you ran the numbers correctly, you find out that they were indeed older...a WHOPPING 2 years older!

Just lately I look in the mirror, brush my hair out and stare.  It's getting this really cool blondish streak down the sides. I think to myself, that doesn't look bad.

Then I remember my mom's hair.

I know where this is going. 

I'm going to have white hair in a few years....I won't be older, I will just no longer have my red hair....well, if I were really honest with myself I'd know it hasn't been as red as it used to be and that gray is sneaking in at an alarming rate...and I'm glad that it's there...because when women start to lose their hair they don't get the option of shaving their head and looking cool. 

I realized the other day that even if you don't say that you remember when, age is just going to sneak up on you and slap you on your wrinkled little cheek.

It happened the other day,

I caught myself saying to my husband, as we arrived home one night, "Look at the lilac bush, it's blooming!" and my husband responded with, "And did you see how your bleeding heart is getting huge this year?!"  

Then we laughed and realized that we sounded like a couple of our grandparents, whom I might add, were VERY OLD....