My good friend, Vi, who is in her 80’s likes to say, “Old age is creeping up on me” so I’ve borrowed that phrase from her. Ever since I hit my 40’s things have changed.
I mean, first, I had to get bi-focals in my glasses. Then I developed “tennis elbow” from all that excessive right handed use. We won’t even discuss the more frequent trips to the bathroom. Or the creakiness I am starting to feel upon rising. No, we won’t go there.
I realized middle age was creeping up on me most profoundly the other day when I had to put on my glasses in order to see the hooks on my bra well enough to manipulate them. I realized this when I started squinting at the labels on bottles.
My gosh, I sound like my Grandma H ! She used to say that the print on things was surely getting smaller! And to think I didn’t believe her!
Grandma H, I apologize. Sincerely. I knew not what I was thinking. And I admire you more and more each and every day!