Officially Old
October 9th, 2018
It’s official.
I’m old.
So is my wife, Sue.
We were both informed of that by our 5-year-old granddaughter, Leona.
Leona was telling us one day about “regular grownups.”
“What’s a regular grownup?” I asked.
“It’s a grownup like Mommy and Daddy,” she said.
“So what are Grammy and me?” I asked. “Are we regular, too?”
“No,” she replied. “You’re old.”
Leona went on to explain that people start out as babies, then they turn into kids, then they become teen-agers, then they become “regular grownups.” The last step in her mental life chart is “old.”
Since 5-year-olds are brutally honest, there’s no getting around this one with hair coloring or wrinkle creams or baldness-hiding hats.
I shouldn’t be too shocked by the arrival of this waypoint. Sue and I have been AARP members for years, we occasionally qualify for senior discounts, and this year I hit the milestone of Social-Security eligibility.
So, yeah. It’s official at least for me.
My gardening habits further nail down certified oldness. Here’s the difference between then and now.
1.) Then: Garden non-stop all Saturday with no breaks, no lunch, no potty stops.
Now: Ready for a rest after about 15 minutes.