Sometimes I have a hard time getting my mind wrapped around the idea that my precious baby sister is now 50 years old.
Her birthday was a couple of weeks ago, and she gave herself a party. For the next 5 months or so, my parents’ four children will all be in their 50s. And then it will be my turn to flip over to a new decade in life, and I am really having trouble getting my mind around that!
I knew for sure that she had arrived this new stage in life when I got this e-mail:
Want to hear a funny story? This is a good one, I think. Every night after my bath I come out to the couch and sit there and put lotion on my feet and legs and hands and arms. Just to try to keep my feet from looking horrible. Last night I rummaged through our cramped cabinet for a new bottle of lotion because I just used up one, and found one that said “Moisturizing” on it and the fragrance was Cucumber/Melon. Started slathering that on and didn't think much of it. Smelled pretty good and felt very soft afterward. After I looked at the bottle more closely, I realized I just slathered on Hair Conditioner. I don't know. I thought it was funny. What a silly goose. These old eyes of mine need help.
Her birthday was the next day, and I tried to call her but got the answering machine instead. And the reason she wasn’t there was because she had gone to that certain theme park where grown-up people dress up in the costumes of giant cartoon characters -- including a certain mouse -- to the amusement of children. One thing I believe about my Sissy is that even though the years may tick on by, she is never going to be an "old woman." She will always be young at heart. She will always have fun.
Another thing she can expect is increasing difficulty with age-activated attention deficit syndrome. That’s were you start to do one thing and get sidetracked. Like not too long ago when I was cleaning the house and swept the floor and needed a dust pan to pick up the pile of debris. The dustpan wasn’t hanging on the hook, so I went on a search for it. It hadn’t gone far – just in the next room – but more than an hour passed before I meandered back through the kitchen and noticed with surprise that the pile of debris was still sitting there in the kitchen floor.
No Sweetie... you are not a silly goose.
4 comments:
I always tell myself when I have a "dustpan and brush moment" that it is because I have so many things to think about rather than because I am getting to a certain age!
Thank you, Sissy... I love you, too...
Weaver... I think you're right. It mostly is trying to think about too many things at once....
What a lovely tribute to your beautiful, sweet, thoughtful, perservering sister. I love her too! (I'm gonna try that conditioner on my legs!)
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