Do you remember when you realized when your parents were old? I remember my father introducing me to a friend of his and telling me he has been friends with Ol’ Jake for over fifty years. I thought to myself, “Big deal, if I was that old, I would have known people that long also.”
Well, I made it. Yep, this week I hit the double nickels. I am now as old as my dad when I realized he was old. I just don’t feel as old as he acted. Maybe I am as old as he was.
I get grumpy faster than I did when I was younger. Elaine, Ivy and the twins will attest to that. I have most of my hair. The darn stuff is almost all gray, OK white. I am OK with that. My face is the color and texture of an old cowboy boot. I can cover that, or at least some of that with hair. Gray hair. When it bothers me, I will just stop looking in the mirror..
I have known my friend, Greg, for over FIFTY years. I’m kind of proud of that. We still talk and see each other. Other than a couple of my brothers and a few relatives Greg is the person I have known the longest.
I met Greg the summer before I started kindergarten. We walked to school together. Uphill and in snow, both ways. Hey, this is my story and I’m telling it the way I remember it.
When you celebrate the double nickels, you are old, my friend. Don’t believe me, get yourself a set of eight year old twins and wait. It won’t be long and they will remind you.
Boy Twin: Hey Monner, I think you and Grandma are the oldest parents at our school.
Me: Thanks for noticing that.
Boy Twin: Yep.
Me: You know what?
Boy Twin: What?
Me: We’re going to be the oldest next year also.
Boy Twin: Cool!
Girl Twin: Monner, will I have wrinkles in my face when I’m old like you?
Me: I didn’t know I had wrinkles.
Girl Twin: Oh yeah, there is one there and there and another there and two there………
Me: Ok, Stop
Funny, I don’t feel old.
Our crazy lives!