I can tell that I'm getting old because recently I've been relying on coffee to give me that added boost.
Growing up, I watched all the adults in my life gulp the nasty stuff down as if their lives depended on it. I often thought, "Why in the world would someone drink something that tastes like liquid cardboard?"
Well, I've discovered the chemistry of doctoring up the vileness. If you put enough creamer and sugar in it, voila! Liquid dessert.
I've become desperate enough to try it. I realize it's not the end of the world. After all, it's just coffee. It's not like it's a definite sign of old age.
Gray hair is, though.
I have long hair down to the middle of my back. Doc has even called me Rapunzel. I've grown it this long because it's camouflage. People have to look closely to guess my age.
Or maybe I'm just fooling myself.
I'm not going to dwell on that too much.
Anyway, I discovered something about myself that doesn't really boost my morale.
I went on a recent camping trip with my parents in their darling home on wheels. Their bathroom has a skylight and standing in front of their mirror with the light shining down was very revealing.
That little bathroom wasn't so darling anymore.
With my mouth falling to the floor, I lifted up layers of hair to find strands of gray that had been laying in wait for me to discover.
My mother has assured me that I have a few years left before I have to absolutely do something about the gray. She had to assure me this in a very calm voice because her daughter was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
I kept imagining myself looking like those long-haired crows in the children's fairy tales. You know, the ones that like to put children in a big, boiling cauldron and eat them. The gray-haired ones that have that cackling laugh as they stir with a big, wooden spoon while their long hair keeps getting into the liquid.
When I start growing a beard, I'll tell Doc to send me to the circus.
He just might.
Growing up, I watched all the adults in my life gulp the nasty stuff down as if their lives depended on it. I often thought, "Why in the world would someone drink something that tastes like liquid cardboard?"
Well, I've discovered the chemistry of doctoring up the vileness. If you put enough creamer and sugar in it, voila! Liquid dessert.
I've become desperate enough to try it. I realize it's not the end of the world. After all, it's just coffee. It's not like it's a definite sign of old age.
Gray hair is, though.
I have long hair down to the middle of my back. Doc has even called me Rapunzel. I've grown it this long because it's camouflage. People have to look closely to guess my age.
Or maybe I'm just fooling myself.
I'm not going to dwell on that too much.
Anyway, I discovered something about myself that doesn't really boost my morale.
I went on a recent camping trip with my parents in their darling home on wheels. Their bathroom has a skylight and standing in front of their mirror with the light shining down was very revealing.
That little bathroom wasn't so darling anymore.
With my mouth falling to the floor, I lifted up layers of hair to find strands of gray that had been laying in wait for me to discover.
My mother has assured me that I have a few years left before I have to absolutely do something about the gray. She had to assure me this in a very calm voice because her daughter was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
I kept imagining myself looking like those long-haired crows in the children's fairy tales. You know, the ones that like to put children in a big, boiling cauldron and eat them. The gray-haired ones that have that cackling laugh as they stir with a big, wooden spoon while their long hair keeps getting into the liquid.
When I start growing a beard, I'll tell Doc to send me to the circus.
He just might.
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P.s. You are not old, you are gorgeous! :)