I'm feeling my age and a few years more. I'm still adjusting to my "little sister" turning 60 and now my "baby brother" is retiring from the fire department in a month. Two grandchildren turned 18 last week and I have four others already in their twenties; early 20's but 20's nevertheless. Yard work this spring isn't as easy as I think it should be. I've discovered sprinklers that need replacing and I can't get the old ones loose by myself. My tomatoes are hanging but they need more dirt and I need someone to come help me lift them down and re-hang them. I have other projects, inside and out, that impolitely remind me that I'm not in my 40's or even my 50's anymore. And then I get an invitation to my high school reunion, my 50 year reunion. 50 years? When did that happen? I thought about mowing the lawn today but by the time I took my nap it seemed like tomorrow might be a better day for it. Yep, old rocking chair's got me.
Maybe it's not me, maybe it's just the effect of this constantly changing weather. Ya think?
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