Friday, January 06, 2012

scarysomething

Last night Rick came in with a sheepish smile on his face and a sack in his hand. As he gave me the sack, he said it was for Christmas but he'd lost it in his truck. I pulled out a DVD case containing season one, volume one of "thirtysomething." Remember that show? Twentysomething years ago when we were twentysomethings, we enjoyed that series a lot. Only, I remember those thirtysomething actors looking so mature. ACK! When did thirtysomething start to look so YOUNG?!? I'm still shell-shocked. Not sure when I'll be able to bring myself to actually watch it....

But leave it to a dog to try and cheer you up. Zelda had this message for me this morning:

Feeling a bit aged at . . .

4 comments:

Kelly Bartels said...

Zelda is a wise soul!!! I'm doing the big 50 this year...and I'm perfectly ok with it. Enjoying life.

fiberjoy said...

Take Zelda's advise!
But, yes, it is staggering to look at a thirtysomething person and suddenly realize they look almost like kids. And teens? Ha, to think there was a time they were scarey to me. Mere children. :)

Sharon said...

Age is a game of smoke and mirrors, and I prefer to avoid the mirrors:) It does creep up and then suddenly you realize you're no longer middle aged, whatever that means in the first place.

shelly hancock said...

I've decided, seeing how aging is directly related to living, to welcome my aging with open arms. Grey hair and wrinkles, bring 'em on! (I am slightly disappointed with wrinkles and acne. Seriously, I thought maybe I'd be trading one for the other) I draw the line at seeing age as a limitation, all the while realizing that age might mean I have to work harder at some things. Like staying in shape. I've been lucky to have some good role models in my grandmother and great grandmother.