At least heading to bed at 8pm isn’t as difficult as last month because it is mighty dark out there. I have to be in to work at 4am tomorrow and 3am on Friday so there are some early to bed and alarms being set for 2:30 and 2:00 am. GAH! Still trying to figure out how to fit in Greys Anatomy tomorrow night.
I got home tonight and took Missy for a walk, although we jogged and walked and jogged and stopped to PUP and walked I realized that it was already getting dark and in just over a week we fall back to standard time and it will be darker earlier in the evening and our ‘joggle’ is going to be more difficult to fit in. I suppose I could put her in the truck and drive to a neighborhood with sidewalks and walk there. It’s just not safe in my neighborhood, we nearly get hit when its light out and even with my headlamp on when walking or running myself Missy is jet black and hard to see.
Well lets just say I was talking to Missy about the light on our walk because in reality I was talking to myself and realized I was talking out loud and I then said (out loud) I’m turning into grandma Jennie.
—-insert non sequitur here—
I don’t think of myself as all that old. We are getting there, the gray hair, hot flashes and hormonal surges are physical proof I can’t escape. But in my head I’m not that old and sometimes the realization is just jarring.
Like today when I saw a picture of someone on the internet a young (but legal) someone and though D-a-a-a-m-n followed up by um, he’s young enough to be your child. God help me from turning into one of those old ladies who still dresses and acts like she is 25 (and believes it.)
Off to bed I go like a little old lady, or kindergartener, whichever.
October 22, 2009 at 7:28 am
Well, at least you’re not eating dinner at 4pm. Right?
October 22, 2009 at 7:56 am
um, only on occasion when a matinee is invovled.
October 22, 2009 at 7:52 am
No worries sister
Until you find yourself lying on your side in your bed, eating a bowl of cabbage soup, pausing only to reach down and lift your butt cheek to pass gas… you’re not turning into Grandma Jennie!
October 22, 2009 at 7:57 am
DAMN I miss that lady. (even if that doesn’t sound very “lady-like”)
October 22, 2009 at 8:27 am
Oh Dear. Not sure of your age, but you know 40 is the new 30 and 50 is the new 40. I too am in the throes of mentalpause. I think thats why I am so emotoinal. Be careful if you walk at night!
October 22, 2009 at 10:57 am
I’ll tape Grey’s tonight and save it for you, so head to bed early sister. I know, I know, you can’t play the tape. We can figure out how to watch it at my house. Better anyway because you can FF through the 6 minute commercial breaks. You’re too old to waste time on those.
October 22, 2009 at 10:49 pm
You don’t even know old til you’ve walked around in my body for an hour or so (in the light or dark)! But, I guess I do have a few years on you. And, I LOVE the gray hair!!!
As for Grey’s… it was the better of the “chaos” episodes. I’ll be glad when Derek takes the Chief’s place, and gets that hospital back into shape. lol It’s chaos, I tell you!