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Coming of Age

Yesterday, I got two new pairs of glasses – one for just reading and working on the computer and the other – bifocals.  Yes, bifocals.  I’d worn readers for a long time but my distance had always been good – until now. 

I have to say, turning 50 meant nothing to me – I had a great time – Charlie threw a surprise party for me at home.  Turning 60 meant nothing to me – I had an even greater time what with the surprise party Charlie threw me at the Old Mill in Etobicoke.  But getting bifocals, well, that’s another story.  That makes me officially an old fart.  Furthermore, the room wabbles when I’m wearing them.  That can’t be good, can it?

How fleeting is youth?  Seems like just the other day that I got my first car.  Just the other day I started my first job at Bell.  Just the other day for a lot of things I won’t discuss here.  In the blink of an eye, it’s today and I’m a grandmother wearing flippin’ bifocals. 

I think I’ll go to bed and curl up in a fetal position.

September 9th, 2006 Posted by | Musings, Nostalgia | no comments