Saturday, October 17, 2009

I'm Getting Old

Last night was my quarterly Girls Night Out in the city, and the food was great. MK, which had been on THE LIST (that's not a good thing) since I'd been there eons ago when it first opened, was our destination, and we all had a great time. Great food, great drinks, and great company.

But it was also an eye-opening experience for me. I'm just not as young as I used to be.

Exhibit A: When exiting Metra at 6:30, I yawned. I was tired, and I debated caffeine, but then I decided that would just keep me up all night.

Exhibit B: I walked to MK, and about halfway there, I realized I had blisters forming on the balls of my feet. I kept walking. When I finally had to stop for a red light, my feet were burning. I thought aobut taking a picture to show you the massive blisters, but I spared you (you're welcome). I used to walk a mile and a half to and from work on a daily basis in heels, regardless of the weather (and yes, this includes snow). Apparently, I'm a little old for that now.

Exhibit C: I used to order the foods that sounded interesting, knowing that if I didn't love them, that was ok, but at least I tried something different. Last night, I went totally safe on dessert with their apple something or other. By the time it arrived, I regretted my choice of not going for the funky deconstructed "sorta" carrot cake. I used to be more interesting. Apparently I go beige in my old age.

Exhibit D: I no longer get on the Metra on my way home to scope out the seat I want because it's my favorite place to sit. Now, I watch where the young obnoxious kids sit, and I choose a different car. I'm not just old; I'm a cranky curmudgeon.

I'm not quite ready for the asssisted living facility, but a few more years and I might need one at this rate!


Melisa with one S October 17, 2009 at 5:51 PM  

You're not old:

Exhibit A: You're making healthy choices.
Exhibit B: You wore the wrong shoes.
Exhibit C: You know what you like.
Exhibit D: You appreciate peace and quiet.

Anonymous October 17, 2009 at 8:38 PM  

OMG do I know how that goes! My girlfriend and I start our dinner dates at 4:00 p.m. We tell each other it is because we need lots of time to get caught up and because we want to beat the rush, but really it is because we both want to be home by 10:00 so we can get to bed.

(And I have to laugh at the Google Ads at the bottom of this post . . . apparently mentioning 'old' will give you add for assisted living facilities!)

Laura October 17, 2009 at 10:15 PM  

aahahaha that's funny, I feel old too, it's the kids I tell ya!

Unknown Mami October 17, 2009 at 11:33 PM  

You are fine like wine.

WeaselMomma October 18, 2009 at 6:40 AM  

Remind me never to walk on your lawn!

Teacher Tom October 18, 2009 at 8:41 AM  

This sounds more like evidence of wisdom than age. =)

septembermom October 18, 2009 at 4:57 PM  

You're still one hip, young chick! Do people still say chick????

Michelle October 18, 2009 at 9:07 PM  

Melisa - I love you trying to justify it to me, but ummmm I think all those things are actually just prove to me that I am old ;)

Nichole - Ok, we at least don't start at 4. but give us a few more years and maybe we will!

Laura - It must be because I'm the only one of the four of us who has kids, and I'm the only one suffering so!

Unknown Mami - You are too sweet. But don't stop.

WeaselMomma - Ok I'm not QUITE that crotchety. You can still walk on my lawn. For now.

Teacher Tom - Again, isn't wisdom only associated with age though?

Kelly - I say chick. Works for me!

Pat October 19, 2009 at 10:01 AM  

You're mature and mellow, and young enough to be my daughter (I'm 61).

As for shoes, I've forsaken style and fashion for comfort and comfort. I've reached the age where I don't care what people think about what I wear on my feet.

H F W October 19, 2009 at 12:46 PM  

I can totally relate; though, that's if I even make it out of the house after 7!!

Angela October 19, 2009 at 6:51 PM  

LOL I understand completely. My list looks like this:

ExA: Due to foot problems I almost NEVER wear heels anymore. It's not quite to the orthopedic shoe stage, but it's sadly close.

ExB: The bagboys at my grocery store are children. And they look like children. And they call me ma'am. If one more person calls me ma'am, I'm going to commit hari-kari.

ExC: walking ANY distance anymore, in any shoes, hurts.

Michelle October 20, 2009 at 6:58 PM  

Pat - Ironically, those boots are actually pretty comfortable. But apparently they aren't made for walking a mile and a half :)

Hyacynth - Notice that we were out of the house well before then. In fact, I caught a train that left before five!

Angela - OH, I HATE it when people call me ma'am. I AM NOT A MA'AM!

What was done October 21, 2009 at 4:46 AM  

Getting old is only in our mind.
Age never prevented people from doing things:

Michelle April 9, 2010 at 11:28 PM  

What was done - You're absolutely right. But sometimes my mind is making me old, too :)

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