It’s almost my birthday. I’m 20 minutes shy of 29. I used to not feel old, I used to look quite a bit younger than my age. I find lately, though, I’ve been looking and feeling more my age. Part of it is the climate here, I think. It’s already a bit cold, which would lend some explanation as to why I wake up stiff some mornings. And the air is dryer. I need to up the face cream application. My haircut doesn’t help, I look like the grandmother from the Gilmore Girls (which by the way, the crazy lady cut one side shorter than the other, wtf? just add it to my list of complaints).
It’s not just the getting older that I dislike, it’s the getting uglier. I look in the mirror and this face is not the one I had before. My legs look like tree trunks wrapped in denim. I put on an old (too small) bra today and actually had the effect of perky boobs with cleavage. It took 3 minutes before I realized that nothing was wrong with my shirt. Boobs are actually supposed to look like that! What a wonderful blessing it is to get older! We forget the beauty of youth, so we don’t get too depressed by the degradation of old age.
Ok, I know I am being a bit melodramatic about turning TWENTY-NINE. I’m going put my cold cream on and go to bed. God knows I need that good beauty sleep.
It snowed. In October. Like, it really snowed. This wasn’t some Louisiana once in a blue moon flurry. It snowed. Inches and inches. And the first thing I thought of when I looked out of the window that morning was “It’s too early for this nonsense.” I don’t know if I was referring to the time (it was maybe 7:30 am) or the fact that it was snowing IN OCTOBER already.
O was standing in front of our house wondering what all of the white stuff was.
I was assured by my in-laws that this is not the norm, nor is it an indication of some God-awful harsh winter ahead of us. I really hope they weren’t lying to me just to calm down the hysteria that laced my voice in the conversations over the weather. Ok, so I wasn’t hysterical, but I wasn’t quite happy about it snowing so freaking early. I guess I will just see for myself, now won’t I?
Mom, what is this stuff? Can I play in it?
Fortunately, the show stopped and the weather has picked back up to only being quite chilly and not downright freezing. And in the mean time, we did enjoy going outside and doing all of those things that Southerners find charming about snow- making snowmen, seeing the houses so pretty blanketed in white. I had an urge to drag out the Christmas decorations. It just seemed appropriate.
Oh, so I can roll it in a big ball like this?