Have I mentioned that I've noticed these funny looking lines around the edges of my eyes when I squint? Crows feet some call it. Funny name. Mine resemble more of a map of the Grand Canyon in the height of summer.
I've even noticed some darker blotches of skin on my face. Sun damage to be sure. Just a whiff of Hawaiaan Tropic Oil bring all the memories back! - or was it baby oil??? Was SPF even invented way back then?
As I revealed in an earlier blog, I get sick now on anything with four wheels and some good fishtailin'. Roller coasters make my head spin. Heights...well, I never did heights.
I never broke a bone until this last year. Then I broke a bunch all at once. Now I can predict the weather to a 'T'. The smell of Bengay threatens to haunt my house soon. I'm sure of it.
And yes, my sight is going. As I type this, I rely solely on my smell checker and 22 font.
Despite all these symptoms of aging, I've denied nearly everyone of them. (Of course, that is a sure sign of aging right there). So what is it that can really convince me to face the truth?
My second daughter graduated high school yesterday.
