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Who would imagine the changes that occur as one ages? We all know that physiologically, things happen -- we get gray hair, the waist disappears, joints creak, etc., but I have experienced some startling changes that remind me I'm no spring chicken (NOTE: Using the term "spring chicken? -- definitely a sign of aging).
  • I find partially used tissues around my living space. And by "living space," I mean the recliner I sit in each night to watch TV and in the pockets of my comfy robe that I wear religiously every evening. When I was a kid visiting my grandmothers, I was saddened and puzzled by the random tissues I saw in their wake. I don't know why this happens, and it doesn't matter because it's just me at home, but it's kinda disturbing when I do my vacuuming and find one tucked into the side of the chair cushion. How did I become so attached to tissues?
  • I distinctly remember when I was young, thinking how strange it was that lunch ladies had to wear hair nets. I always thought it was humiliating. While I knew the idea was to keep random hairs out of our lunches, I found it puzzling that hair would fall out of their heads. I used to wonder if their supervisors really thought they would stand there an pull out strands of hair to plant in the food. That was back when I had rich, luxurious, shiny hair that required some effort or lots of brushing to shed. How I treasure that memory as I look at the hair in my hands after shampooing. I am fully prepared to see a bald spot emerge. My only consolation is that I don't work around food.
  • Absentmindedness is a constant. I understand why old people have routines that they stick to -- it's because if they don't, they will leave the stove on, the water running and the doors unlocked. The other day, on my way to the airport, I had to grab my spare car key because I couldn't find my keys. Less than a block from my house I heard a rattling on top of my car, and yes, that's where I left them the day before. Today, I was so proud to get up and out of the house early, but when I got to work and looked in the back seat, I realized I forgot my purse and attache case. I had only remembered to bring my lunch (priorities, you know...old people like food).

It won't be long before I store hard candies in my purse. Sigh.

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  1. Jesse RossJanuary 14, 2009 at 7:41 AM

    As for the hard candies, why wait? Yum!

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  2. NonessentialsJanuary 14, 2009 at 3:47 PM

    I wait because at that point, I'll have one foot in the grave. Hard candies are really for the over-80 crowd, and even then, I'd have to have the type of handbag that hangs on the forearm and snaps closed with an audible "click". (shudder)

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