posted by Evi on Mar 1
I know I haven’t written in well over a week but things have been just way too hectic. Every time I planned to do anything, something else would come along and my whole day would change course and be shot to hell. You see, I work two days a week and then plan what I’ll do with the rest of the week. But lately all sorts of wrenches have been thrown into my plans.
In addition to that, I’m also one of the laziest persons I know of. I have to be in the mood to do something. Don’t ask me to clean house or straighten after I get home from work. In fact, don’t ask me to do anything. If I’m lucky my husband won’t like what I’ve decided to make for dinner and he’ll cook (this takes well-thought-out menu planning on my part) . I don’t mind the cleanup after dinner; it’s just wipe the table and countertop, rinse the dishes and dump them in the dishwasher. Voila! Done. Crumbs on the floor? Never mind; I’ll get them the next time I vacuum – whenever that is.
So here it is Sunday and I haven’t done much of anything except go out shopping or sit in front of the computer playing games. It’s hard to concentrate when Bill’s home and the TV is on; I’m used to my quiet time during the week. I finally had to force myself to sit still and write something for my blog. So here goes:
Thursday was my birthday and I was _2 years old (no, that’s not a typo. I’m not giving out the first number!) It’s amazing how one doesn’t feel her or his age. Mentally, I feel like I’m barely out of my 20’s.
But when I think about it, when I was in my 20’s I thought people my age were really old. I guess years ago women let their hair go gray then permed and dyed it blue, plumped up and wore old lady dresses and glasses with the chains hanging down so they could wear them around their necks when not reading. They also used to wear those clunky-heeled black shoes that laced up and were worn by everyone’s grandmothers. (Sad to say, I’ve actually seen the style coming back.)
I remember back in my schooldays, all my teachers seemed really old when in reality they were probably only in their 20’s and 30’s. I’d hate to think what children would think my age is.
My Mom looks pretty damn good compared to other people her age (which I’m not giving out either). She’s slim, her face isn’t wrinkly and she doesn’t wear old lady clothes. She also reads, does puzzles, walks or rides her bike daily and doesn‘t overeat or sit munching junk food all day. Which is something I should take to heart if I want to be fit and still look good 20 years from now.
So there you have it, the basics of staying young and healthy long past your prime. Maybe I’ll make that my New Years Resolution (next year, that is).
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