Just came in from walking with my 'boys'. That's my two little yorkie/rat terriors (Ratshires) for anyone just tuning in. We go for at least three walks a day-somewhere between a mile and three miles a day-depending on the weather and my athritis. Athritis at my age! I still can't wrap my brain around that-although my body has absolutly no problem reminding me. Right now it's my back that hurts but it could be any joint-back, hip, knee, feet, you name it and it will do it's best to kick my butt. I don't consider forty-five to be that old. Fifty is just hitting on middle age as far as I'm concerned. You mean I've got live with this another thirty to forty years? And what if I live as long as my nanna did-that's another fifty-one years! Oh, holy crap! I don't think I want to do all that. This is bad enough-I can't imagine how that's gonna feel. Ouch! I do not want to be a crippled up bitter old woman-if I'm in that kind of pain I'm going to be bitter. Nope. Not for me. Let me tell you a little story.
One evening last summer I'm doing my usual walk with the 'boys' and we're almost home-just across the street and down the alley. Before we can get across the street a car turns and starts toward us. Now I'm pretty certain that it's someone elderly (probably an unfair asumption) because they failed to turn the blinker off after they turned. We are waiting for them to drive on by so we can cross the street. Just as the car gets to us it stops, the window comes down, this elderly gentleman sticks his head out and sings, "Who let the dogs out? Woof. Woof". He and his wife (who is seated beside him) proceed to roar with laughter and drive off. The dogs and I just stood there, stunned. It was one of the weirdest things. It was an old person drive by. But instead of using a gun they sung at me. Weird. But I like it. That is what I aspire to be. A weird old person who sings stupid songs at people. I want to be the old lady wearing orange polka dots with purple stripes hiding behind trees shooting kids with a water pistol. O.k. that might be pushing it a bit. But I want to enjoy simple stupid little things. I mean really enjoy them. I don't know where they were going but that elderly couple-oh, screw it-old couple took a mundane drive to somewhere and got a laugh out of it. Mind you, I was a bit taken aback but what the heck. They're old. They can do things like that-they've earned that right. I knew there had to be an up side to old age. Gotta love it!
One evening last summer I'm doing my usual walk with the 'boys' and we're almost home-just across the street and down the alley. Before we can get across the street a car turns and starts toward us. Now I'm pretty certain that it's someone elderly (probably an unfair asumption) because they failed to turn the blinker off after they turned. We are waiting for them to drive on by so we can cross the street. Just as the car gets to us it stops, the window comes down, this elderly gentleman sticks his head out and sings, "Who let the dogs out? Woof. Woof". He and his wife (who is seated beside him) proceed to roar with laughter and drive off. The dogs and I just stood there, stunned. It was one of the weirdest things. It was an old person drive by. But instead of using a gun they sung at me. Weird. But I like it. That is what I aspire to be. A weird old person who sings stupid songs at people. I want to be the old lady wearing orange polka dots with purple stripes hiding behind trees shooting kids with a water pistol. O.k. that might be pushing it a bit. But I want to enjoy simple stupid little things. I mean really enjoy them. I don't know where they were going but that elderly couple-oh, screw it-old couple took a mundane drive to somewhere and got a laugh out of it. Mind you, I was a bit taken aback but what the heck. They're old. They can do things like that-they've earned that right. I knew there had to be an up side to old age. Gotta love it! 
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