Goodness Gracious Me!

Tonight after dinner, the hub and I went for ice cream.  At one point I heard a lady say, “my goodness, this is really good.”  My first thought was, “who said this?”  My second thought was, “that was me!”

Do you get it?  Did you hear what I said?  my goodness, this is really good!  Twenty-year olds don’t say “my goodness.”  I don’t think fifty-year olds do, either.   But now I know sixty-year olds do.

I’ve been noticing a lot of this “old lady” stuff about myself lately.  When I was on vacation last month I spent way too much time complaining about my knees, which, admittedly, were just singing with pain for most of the last two weeks.   So that’s a double dip of old lady:  complaining and pain. 

The good news is that I was totally annoyed with myself for feeling bad when I wanted to feel good.  For slowing down when I wanted to move faster.  For staying put when I wanted to walk up one more hill.  So I guess this means I haven’t given in to my old lady status entirely.  I mean, I’m not saying “well, of course, I can’t make that trek.  I’m no spring-chicken, you know.”  No, I’m still saying, “I can do this (ouch), wait, gimme a minute (ouch), okay, go, I’ll catch up with you later.” 

I was so pissed off at myself for feeling that I was less than I wanted to be that I made an appointment with my orthopedic guy from Paris!  I saw him on my return home and, after reviewing the x-rays, he said he thinks the arthritis is worse (really, doc?  Ya think?) but he wanted an MRI to see more.  Did the MRI last week and I’ll see my guy again on August 22^nd for the reading.  I’ll keep you posted.

And my face feels funny.  It feels scratchy.  Hmmmm.  So this weekend I went out and bought new facial scrub stuff and an anti-aging gel.  I used both, then took a 200 mile ride on the back of the hub’s Harley.  When I came home I felt a little chapped.  Looked in the mirror and my face was red and on fire.  But it was soft.  Hoping that it was a combination of the new products mixing with the sun and wind I’ll try again in a few days.  After the swelling goes down.  I don’t know if it will really improve the texture of my skin, but it definitely improved the quality of life for my credit card company, so someone will benefit.  I’ll keep you posted.

My toes are wrinkled.  Are yours?  They look like I just got out of the pool, but I haven’t been in a pool in over a month.  So I’ll increase my pedicure appointments and, in between, I think I’ll try that facial gel on them.  I’ll keep you posted.

All this is to say that I am taking charge of this aging thing.  I’m going to move more and take vitamins and work on my skin.  And I’m going to think before I speak so that little kids don’t start asking me for brownies and milk and my husband doesn’t buy me lavender toilet water for my next birthday.  Yes, indeedy bob, I’ll keep you posted!