What I was thinking of, though, was the more mundane consequences of getting older. Today in the shower, I noticed that I have less leg hair than when I was younger. Then I was musing on the fact that this has been going on for years, now. Sort of handy. I can skip a few days of shaving, or even all of winter, and take up the habit again in late spring.
Similarly, with housekeeping, I seem to be less reckless about what I drag inside, and the other half is more considerate than in previous years. I can't see well out the windows, especially not the small things I'm trying to spot outside, and that turn out to be small, dead insects on the inside of the glass, but other than that, it stays fairly decent inside, when it comes to clean and tidy.
Or so I thought. My reality may be much, much more frightening. Now, today I suspect it's been creeping upon me, and I might have denied this for a while because it was with such... stealth, it crept.
I think I need reading glasses. Or some kind of glasses.
Thinking back a month or several, we had some younger friends visiting for the first time, Their children were excited by all the barnyard animals, and we all had a fun visit. Once the kids had petted everybody, and gotten comfortable with true ranch living, we settled inside of the house for a spell. I hadn't had the time to fix the bed or do the breakfast dishes, but I had no worries about being judged.
Well, the children ran about as kids do, and when they had investigated the rooms, including my yoga and sewing loft, they excitedly told the world "... and there's spider webs everywhere!"
I really didn't know what to say, so I brought them all outside to inspect the tomatoes in the greenhouse.
This is not the greenhouse, but a room in the house. I call it the library, but it's also the piano and costume room. If I put on my glasses, it might need some dusting...
Why do they have the saying "older than dirt"?.
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