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September 11, 2004

Saturday musings

I've had a couple of those weird whacks to my self image this week; you know the ones where you don't see yourself as maybe others see you or think of you? For instance, a blogger mentioning a parent's birthday...I'm thinking ahhh they must be 70 - 80...the "parent" is 57 (close to my age) My husband calls his mother every weekend...she's Granny Morna. Our son and grand-daughter (our Grandson doesn't talk much yet)call us most weekends.....calling Grandma Fran and Pop Pop Greg...hhmmm...how did that happen? Gotta stop referring to those old people on the road as Gram and Gramps!
At any rate, I don't feel much different than I ever did...just sort of just like myself, but every once in a while I see my mother in the mirror looking back out at me.

So this brings me to the reason for the conversation...we are going to the neighborhood block party in a little while. We've been in this house for 21 years and yet we really don't know a lot of the people in the neighborhood any more. Oh sure, there are a bunch of old timers like us but there are more new ones down the street and there is even a new street! Most of the new families have young children...or children in general....I'm not going to meet them at school functions or scouts anymore; I'm just not there! Sigh..some kids stopped by the other day to sell the proverbial wrapping paper for the school fund raiser; they could have been bussed in from some other school district for all I know. I'm just the soft touch "older lady" who lives behind the hedge now. But at least the kids commented that they liked my front door

One of those random emails going around: Wonder why someone sent it to me???????????????

Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age and
thinking...surely I cannot look that old? You may enjoy this short story.

While waiting for my first appointment in the reception room of a new dentist, I noticed his certificate, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 30 years ago.
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought.
This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. After he had examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended the local high school. "Yes," he replied. "When did you graduate?" I asked. He answered, "In 1971. Why?" "You were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely, and then the son of a bitch asked, "What did you teach?"

Posted by frani at September 11, 2004 04:20 PM

Comments

Guess who? All I need to do is remember my log-in now.

I know what you mean about ages. I'm older than some of my employees' mothers. I look at thiry somethings sometimes with small kids though nd think, "I don't want that responsibility anymore!"

Posted by: Ellen at September 11, 2004 08:35 PM

Yea Ellen! Snort, Good job! I like the age I am now...thank you!

Posted by: Fran at September 11, 2004 08:45 PM

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