Well, I guess it's official. I'm an old codger now. Yep, Over The Hill. You know The Hill I'm talking about.
And it is wonderful! I'm thankful to have lived one half of a century, and look forward to many more birthday cakes. It has been a lovely life so far, and I have been very blessed. Not without its bumps and rough patches, of course, but they say mistakes are only mistakes if we don't learn from them. I should be brilliant by now. With age comes wisdom. And wrinkles. Things that sag. And empty spots in the brain. I must say, it's rather nice to have something upon which to blame my senility. Honestly- I was so excited yesterday to have gotten so much work done. I worked for the hospital in the morning, for Dr. F. in the afternoon, and in between patients I got my laundry done, and my clothes sorted for the week. Doesn't get much better than that. One of my constant nagging worries is whatever to wear to the office. My wardrobe is not so much to choose from, it is simply finding a clean blouse that will match the clean slacks. And then there is the ever-so-impossible task of finding the proper footwear. I can usually manage to keep up with my shoes, but my socks, hose and trouser socks are another challenge altogether. So you will understand my delight at having all my laundry done, clean socks/hose/trouser socks, and all my shoes tucked nicely away in their respective slots on my over-the-door-shoe-holder-thingy. Ready for the work week. This morning, after the usual girly stuff with the hair and the face, I dressed quickly and efficiently and went about my morning, happy to be on time for work. Oh My Goodness. As I walked across the parking lot, I happened to look down and noticed One Blue Sock and One Black Sock. Too late now, I wasn't about to drive 44 miles round-trip just to change out one sock. So, I just laughed it off, showed my co-workers my faux pas, and marked it up to senility. I can do that. I'm An Old Lady Now.