Wednesday, September 27, 2006

When did I get so Old?

                         

I woke up this morning, all warm and comfy in my bed, feeling like I did at 18, 25, 35......turned over and stretched........Ouch! Charlie horse, joints popping, back stiff and sore. Boy talk about aging in the blink of an eye. Groan. Hobbling out of bed I catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror! Who is this middle aged fat lady looking back at me?  Minutes ago I was a smooth faced baby! Each year goes by in a minute, each decade 5, until before you know it there you are.  It isn't just me, my 84 year old MIL is always moaning about her wrinkles and thinks about getting something done about them!

I try not to witch to much about getting older.  My brother was 37 when he died, my best friend was 37 when he died also.  My mother was my age, 52.  I know they would happily change places with me, so I have never played that coy game of not telling my true age.  In my family that dies so young you greet each and every birthday with a victory yell, Yah, I did it!  And truely I am not in that bad of shape for the shape I am in.  So with that in mind, I take some tylenol, do my meditation and get ready to enjoy my day off.

The grumpy old man I am married to didn't get the brakes finished until late.  I could tell how it was going by how much swearing was going on and how loud it was.  Thank goodness I have no close neighbors.  When my granddaughter was around he had to give a quarter for each swear word.  She used to hang on his every word, LOL.  She would have done well yesterday and I think he should put a few dozen quarters in her bank for the heck of it.  We didn't get our photo shoot yesterday or grill either.  Today the chicken breasts should be wonderful after marinating all night. Yummy.

I have my camera all set up and my tripod loaded. We are off to find a picture of a horse and a fall picture for this weeks photo shoots. Greg at (Photo Trek) told me how to use my filter correctly.  Lazy me I just screwed the thing on and went off happily shooting with know idea how to use it.  Read instructions?Gee, some of my husband must have rubbed off on me after all these years.  Just think of how great my pictures could have been if I had used my new filter correctly.  Hopefully now I can get some truely great picture.

One of the reasons I am so stoved up today is since I couldn't go shooting yesterday and certainly didn't feel like doing any house cleaning I sat on my butt reading on of the books Gary lent me. I find at my age that pretty much assures you of having a stiff arthritic day the next day. Ya don't use it.... ya lose it... Today I plan on being much more active and am also going to whine and beg for a night out listening to live jazz tonight. I want some good music and a nice bottle of wine.

    So Rick just came in and said he is almost ready, that means in husband speak I have about 20 minutes to get ready. I try to explain the importance of morning light etc.......... but it doesn't seem to sink in. I could go alone but that isn't any fun. I want to be out doors with him sharing in natures beauty and if my pictures aren't perfect, well often times the day itself is.

                      

Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all?"

I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.

 

2 comments:

springangel235 said...

Oh, I love your tags for today...so pretty.  Also, I know the feeling of stretching in the morning and hearing the noises that goe with it...
We can feel young in our hearts, but our bodies may say something different.  I hope ypu have a wonderful evening.  Hugs and love,
Joyce

nelishianatl said...

That last line had me laughing out loud really about looking for the books.  Your graphic is great and your entry, ah, I can relate.  I'm cracking and popping when I wake up or sit up or stretch.  I'm just 45.  Been going on for some time.
But I'm alive and I'm so mNelishia
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uch better than those who are six foot under.  Really glad to be here.