“Come grow old with me, the best is yet to be.”
Let’s see about that idea of “the best is yet to be.”
About a month ago I could not find my glasses.
In the house.
Nothing unusual about this.
i often lose my glasses in the house.
I have given up trying to remember where I last had them.
i just wait and they eventually show up in some weird place which always leads me to exclaim, “How did they get there?”
This time, though, was different.
I didn’t have to wait long to find them.
As I eventually realized that I was wearing them.
Come grow old with me…
My room is cold this morning.
I spy my red comfy robe hanging on the rack at the foot of my bed.
I think, “I will go to the bathroom and grab my robe on the way back to the bed because it is cold in here!”
I come out of the bathroom.
I sit down on the side of my bed.
Why am I still cold?
I turn to my left and there is the robe I thought I had put on still hanging on the rack at the foot of my bed!
Yeah, come grow old with me…
Wiry gray tendrils sprout in a thinning bed of eyebrows.
A few days ago, I stood in front of a mirror as I put on my pants.
Before I could blink, there was a jiggle that I had never noticed before, a thigh jiggle, actually more like a thigh wobble.
I could hardly believe my eyes.
A thigh wobble.
But, not just one wobble, two thigh wobbles.
I thought I had mis-seen what I saw so I intentionally shook my legs.
Those thighs began to wobble together as though they were participating in some synchronized geriatric dance routine.
Oh, but come grow old with me….
I try not to stress too much about aging because stress can bring about frowning which can turn into permanent wrinkles, as if a new wrinkle could be spotted in the field of the old “wrankles.”
Has anyone seen my glasses?
Please, come grow old with me….