Generally I like being the age I am. I haven’t yet felt the aches and pains of
extreme old age and I hope when I do I just ignore them. I feel more confident and competent than I have
ever felt before.
This weekend we had a family party. My brother had an I-pad with him to take
pictures of the crowd. The bad thing
about this is that a) we saw no pictures of him from the picnic, and 2) we saw
pictures of me from the picnic.
I go through life blissfully unaware of what the people
in front of me see. It’s the crepe-i-ness
of age that creeps me out. It doesn’t
bother me at all in other people. Most of
my friends have a little crepe around them somewhere and they are still
beautiful to me. My own crepe distresses
me so much because I see it so seldom. Maybe
I should wish for the giftie after all so that the crepe would lose it shock
value.
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