Yet another reminder that I am a "woman of a certain age"
Dateline: San Antonio
I get on to the elevator this morning with a striking blond woman of, say, 35-50 years of age. We smile shyly. She makes eye contact and says--not, "what do you teach?" --or even, "lousy weather we're having, isn't it?"
She says, "I am having the damnedest time getting used to my bifocals."
Oh yeah. Conversation in the elevators has changed.
I'm old.
I get on to the elevator this morning with a striking blond woman of, say, 35-50 years of age. We smile shyly. She makes eye contact and says--not, "what do you teach?" --or even, "lousy weather we're having, isn't it?"
She says, "I am having the damnedest time getting used to my bifocals."
Oh yeah. Conversation in the elevators has changed.
I'm old.
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can I tell you what happened to me last week?
Well... I was working away minding my own beeswax when suddenly I felt kind of dizzy and weird and all the blood went from the centre of my body into my head. And I blurted out to my (male) boss... "I think I'm having a stroke... I think I'm having a stroke!" and then I started pulling at my clothes and fanning myself and my face turned beet red and, well, there you have it. My first hot flash.
ox,
Kim
Woman, thy name is Glamour!
So how did I turn this into a post?
Love your new header!
as far as feeling old,old is a state of mind over matter,if you don't mind it din't matter.( A greatful 56 year young said that)