The BLM

The Bureau of Land Management needs to be called in to address some foliage issues that are appearing on my face.  The dark thick hairs are leaving my head only to appear on my chin and neck. YUK!!  The magnifying mirror, in strong light, was the truth teller.  Wish i could feel good about this phenomenon of aging, but i can't.  I prefer the theory that if you can't see it, it isn't so.  Could i be confusing my theory with the one about the tree falling in the forest??  Same deal. Nobody will see my unshaven legs!!!  Oh! if it were only true.

As a young child i decided early, to enter my senior years with grace and dignity. Some of the old ladies at church were grouchy and loud and never seemed to care if the lipstick was crooked or the hair untouched or the eyebrows too dark with pencil. Getting old did not look attractive. I was never going to be like that!! As a  youngster and teen-agers we all know we are never going to get old, right? Youth is permanent.

Then the day comes, out of the blue it seems, and i see my youth has slowly dwindled away.  My bones hurt, my eyesight is different, and the skin looks like a prune no matter how much dedicated care i give.  I can slow the process but i can't stop it,   Sorry, but old age comes like a thief in the night and one day you wake up and are in wonder at how it all slipped away.

Life has been good for  me.  I've had extreme ups and severe downs with most of my time on an even keel.   I plan on living at least to 79,  the age Elizabeth Taylor claimed to be when she died.

These are just some thoughts i've been having and needed to put them in print so i could reflect, not just on the hardships, but on the graces and love i've been given.  I also know the grouchy old lady that i vowed not to be, is alive and well and living on the 19th floor in NYC.