Surely she can't still be grumping! Yes she is! She's a Black Belt…… live with it?
So, what do we have to put up with in this issue? Getting Older that's what we all have to put up with. Dammit
Specifically being at that In Between Age!
I know you can't remember today's date, or what you ate for lunch yesterday, or who that man was you met at the market last Saturday….But I know you can remember those days when the summers were hotter & longer; life was warm and secure; everyone knew everyone else; everyone was available to help (excuse me, am I describing Cómpeta today???)
Those days were in The Baby Boomer, Post-War world of my Youth……(Question to self: Why do we call it “post-war” when wars have never, ever stopped, even for one month on this blighted planet??. Need to Think On!)
During those golden days when we knew we were young! When all that concerned me was the sudden appearance of a spot on my chin; Sylvia Ross doing better in geography than me; or the stench of mothballs when we had to clean out the Bogey Hole each spring!
I bet I knew that one day I would be old(er). I know I really, really wanted to be 30. Margaret Slater was 30 and she was the most chic woman I'd ever seen white, high heeled shoes; straight, straight seams in her fully fashioned stockings; long, white gloves and a hat that she wore even when there wasn't a wedding to go to! It didn't matter that I didn't know what the No Good was that she'd come to in the end…..
We all knew there were old, smelly, boring people around to whom we had to be polite & kind. Betcha never thought you'd be one of 'em (more or less….) Well, due to an astral accounting error I appear to be nearing an age when I cannot sit down nor get up without making an Old Person's Noise. An age when I give a second, up & down look at a slim guy who'll never see 75 again & who's passing by clutching his loaf of fresh, steaming bread …. (steady gal!!!)
I'm at the In Between Age when I have to be very careful when I cough, but haven't yet reached the Gold Shoe Time … hopefully I'll have a Golden Age bypass….I'm at the In Between Age when I really do know best but am not old enough for others to feel they cannot argue with me! An In Between Age when I'm proud to have so few wrinkles on my face, but have to accept that they've all migrated to the tops of my arms! Dammit!
An In Between Age when I'm skilled enough to cook meals for Kings & Princes, but can't be arsed to make more than a ham sandwich when I'm on my own.That tormenting In Between Age when I hear a wolf whistle and still peer around surreptitiously without moving my head, to see if there's a scintilla of a possibility it really was directed at me- and then sigh resignedly cos it really, really was a stupid, vain, long gone hope…… aaahh.
Still in that In Between Age when I honestly do know so very much but not old enough to be worth listening to….Looking at old photos & being torn to pieces because I still look a little bit like that but will never, ever, ever look that good ever, ever, ever, ever. That In Between Age when I can almost admit to being one of Terry Wogan's TOGs with Pride! But soon to be old enough to keep such a snippet of embarrassing information to myself.
Well, I may be at this In Between Age, but the great thing about not being “over the hill” but at the “top of the hill” is the beautiful views all around!
See, even GOWs have hearts….
