I realize I've not been blogging, but we're going to ignore that and jump right in.
I am an old, old woman.
A few examples (some of these are repeats.)
- No matter how hot it is outside, and we've had plenty of 100+ days this summer, I almost always have a sweater on in the house. And slippers.
- I have a head full of prematurely gray hair. At some point in the not too distant future, it will cease to be "prematurely gray" and just be "gray." I'm not there yet, though.
- I have noticed that my parking jobs are becoming increasingly wonky. (I may soon be the blue hair driving the wrong way down a one way street. In addition to parking like a geriatric, I ran a red light the other day. I was stopped at the red light, and the turn arrow turned green, so when the person next to me moved, I went right through that red light. I immediately realized what I'd done and felt like a prize fool, and when Stella asked why I gasped I told her that I'd run a red light. She thought I said that I'd run over a boy. She was not alarmed at all. I must already be driving questionably. Look out Oakmont Elementary car riders, Ouiser's going to be rolling through soon.)
- I have BURSITIS, which is something for old people, I'm sure. I was having to take arthritis meds, which are just really heavy duty anti-inflammatory pills, but they were making me sick, so I quit. Now my hip just hurts if I sit still too much or move too much or get cold. And I take a lot of Aleve.
- Did you read what I just wrote about not being able to sit still too long? Because if I do, I groan like an old person upon standing and then have to do some stretching and cracking. Bring on the Chondroitin.
- I wear pearl earrings like Barbara Bush wears pearl necklaces.
- Lastly, and this is my totally new thing that has taken over my life for the past two days, I'm canning. That's right, I'm putting up food for the winter. I canned Strawberry Jam a couple of months ago, but this is a new beast. I'm canning tomatoes. Lots of tomatoes. When I finish with the tomatoes I got yesterday, I'm going to get more. By golly, I'm going to be making fresh pasta sauce and salsa all winter long. I bought a book and everything.
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So, that's it. I will tell you that I had to get up a moment ago to help Stella (who starts kindergarten in THIRTEEN DAYS...which means that there's basically just enough time to squeeze in a Cuban Missile Crisis before school begins), and when I got up my hip was all stiff. Go ahead and laugh because it's absurd.
Happy weekending, peeps. It's good to be back.