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A Woman On The Verge

thoughts and musings of my mind

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October 2013

Who’s getting old?

Missed CallThis morning I woke up and checked my blackberry well to see what time it was really, although checking messages is always important too, one must keep up with what is going on in the world you know. I saw I had two missed calls and a voice-mail, I started freaking out a bit because I was worried that I had missed a call from my parents.  I scrolled through to see that the area code wasn’t from my parents and I didn’t recognize the number so I just put the phone down and went back to sleep, you all do not want to think about what time I wake up on weekend mornings with out an alarm clock.

When I got up an hour later I checked my voice-mail just to get it cleared out and someone had drunk dialed me.  My first thought was, why don’t I ever get drunk dialed by people I know, this thought lasted about ten seconds because I realized all my friends are beyond the age and behavior of drunk dialing. We are all growing up and getting mature. Which is kind of sad because I miss those carefree days, but I also know it is part of the changing cycle of life.

I have thought about this some, since next summer is my 30th high school reunion.  I still have trouble realizing I graduated in the mid 80’s with all the big hair, Members Only Jackets, Parachute pants and John Hughes movies. Most of my classmates are married and busy sending their first born children off to university. My oldest niece had her first child, making me a great aunt, making my dad a great grandpa. There are days when I just want to throw caution to the wind and do something spontaneous, which is why I know I am not stuffy.

I mean do you ever get the urge to ride the cart through the parking lot after you have shopped?  I do, sometimes, and really the only thing that keeps me from doing, aside from my arthritic knees, is that it might not seem right as adult. I am glad my younger days were before the advent of social media. Only the universe knows what us Gen-Xers would have got up to if the incentive to have our pictures plastered all over the internet for free had existed back then.

I also don’t feel old, I just ignore the fact that I wear bifocals and my joints creak every time I work in the yard. I do know it is a state of mind. This is the entire reason I started writing this blog in the first place.  To talk about the events in the life of a woman striding towards her 50’s.  Yep you saw that and I will always admit to my age, no one believes me anyway.

So here’s to all the kids in us who want to ride the shopping carts through the grocery store parking lot, and wish we still had friends who drunk dialed us (okay maybe that is going a bit far) may the child in all of us always stay strong and be there to help keep us young!

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Why I love living in the south

It is early October here, I am sitting in the backyard of my pet sitting client.  With one of their precious dogs sitting next to me on the garden sofa.  The sun is shining, i can hear the acorns dropping from the trees.  Early I accidentally startled the deer who roam in the free space behind the house, they shot off away from the house and further into the trees in the subdivision woods.

garden

There is a rose garden and you can smell the heady velvet perfumes of the different roses varieties in the garden as they waft by on the breeze.

The great thing is this house is only minutes away from one of the biggest urban shopping malls in the city,  But that is how it works down here in Charlotte.  You have a mix of older homes which built when this was still the country like a garden oasis, with a lot of space between them and the next house; and then not more than a block away you have homes which are practically built on top of one another, almost dwarfing the land the house is on on or even a block of townhouses. I don’t mind this sort of development – after all if the homes are occupied then it means that there are more tax payers to pay taxes to the local government so that they can pay for the roads, fire, police etc.  

Anyway this blog isn’t about the pros and cons of urban development.  It is about the fact that it is October, and I am sitting outside in a sun dress, enjoying the weather and not freezing my toes off because i chose to wear sandals today. It is days like this when I rejoice in the crazy idea I had 17 years ago to move away from the Pacific Northwest – where if weather reports from this week are true I would be all soggy and miserable.  Even though this house isn’t mine, because mine is further west and in the foot hills of the Blue Ridge mountains, it still is evidence that the move was the best thing I could have ever done for myself.

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