As I march into boomer-hood, changes surface. Tell me I am not alone in these realizations!
1. Real cooking for one is not worth the mess it makes.
2. For occasional snacks at home I invest in designer paper ware.
3. Matched socks are overrated.
4. TV viewing is a waste of time and definitely not worth the stiff joints from all that sitting.
5. I miss talking on the phone; I used to be a master phoner.
6. McDonald’s has lost its appeal. Guess I don’t need fast food with the disappearance of fast life.
7. My current cat is the weirdest of all who have ever adopted me. Too much conversation to suit him, perhaps.
8. There are some older- people shoes in my closet, but I am not ready to wear them.
9. Image still matters; dressing for my age doesn’t.
10. Classic rock truly ROCKS! So does John Denver and I don’t care if you disagree.
11. I don’t use my desktop ever, and my laptop seldom; an i-phone does it all, and I don’t really know what ‘all’ entails!
12. I would thoroughly enjoy the company of my parents now.
13. I loathe/love technology most days.
14. For those with triskaidekaphobia, one more. Sorting supplements into those ginormous pill boxes is the epitome of aggravation. I gave it up. Bottles are fine.
Life has offered me an amazing array of experiences, and I appreciate the chances to pick and choose as the mood strikes. But some things never change! Like what, you ask?
I say, NOTHING tops hand-dipped chocolate ice cream as a hot-weather treat and as a gateway down memory lane. Still plenty of time to enjoy a cone in the serene days of late summer along with magical memories of ice cream truck bells, trying to devour a triple decker cone before it melts to an elbow, then running through the sprinkler to wash it off. I savor the season as lightning bugs, butterflies and hummingbirds leave us. The awesome- ness of autumn awaits.
