On the Fast Track

I am not old. In many ways, I still feel and act like a teenager.

But, I am on the fast track to Oldieville.

I can't see without reading glasses and often when I go searching for them, I realize I am wearing three pairs atop my head. I have big hair so there's usually a pencil or pen stuck in there too.

Since my little run-in with the car (Or, as the husband likes to point out, "You weren't hit by a car, you were hit by a shopping cart.") I am constantly icing and rubbing my knee.

Due to picking up the mother-in-law repeatedly, I am still walking a little crooked. And Pamming every time I have to sit.

Tonight is the husband's office holiday party. I'll do my best to get dolled up but I'm choosing comfort over glamour.

There's a snow/sleet/ice storm approaching. The baby once told me that only oldies have an obsession with the weather. Pretty soon, I'll be calling him "That young whippersnapper."

Forget aging gracefully. I'm on the express lane.

Chilly

There's a chill in the air. I love this time of year even though winter is looming. I like the crackle of leaves beneath my feet when I walk the dog. I love the colors. It's sensory overload.

There's a chill in this house. Actually, it's more like the big freeze. The oldies are mad at the husband. He's not getting the cold shoulder, he's getting the entire frozen physique. I try to be the defroster but I can only do so much. It's emotional overload.

They conveniently forget everything the husband has done for them. They forget that he has his own worries and concerns. They forget that he runs a company and lots of people are depending on him every day. They forget that they created and raised this person. They forget that they are in our home and they are bashing my husband. Not a smart plan. I keep my emotions in check. I AM learning.

I do what I can and now I'm just waiting for the thaw.

I've been eating a lot of leftover chili these days. It seems appropriate.