"These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years." Laura Ingalls Wilder

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Why Oh Why?

... am I gravitating to senior citizens magazines? Maybe there are just more such periodicals on coffee tables at doctor's offices ... or arriving in the mail now that dh has retired. I don't feel 'senior' ... but the geriatric crowd is breathing down my neck everywhere I turn. I am having a few senior moments (but don't tell dh). One such magazine I picked up today had an interesting idea about supper clubs. A group of 3-4 couples rotates hosting a themed dinner (think of traveling abroad and what you might eat while dining out). I'm halfway between the baby diaper bag set and the other diaper bag set ;) Is this what people with too much time on their hands do??? Feedback please.

Update on going gray: My children now call me Calico.


Pat said...

For some strange reason the kids calling you Calico reminds me of the poem I used to read to my girls when they were little, "the gingham dog and the calico cat, side by side on the table sat..." do you remember that poem? It's of no importance, I'm just thinking out loud which I need to stop.
Those senior magazines though well intended don't address most retirees in my opinion. They are entertaining to read though!!
This entire comment sounds like a senior moment doesn't it?

Felisol said...

Dear Mrs. Mac,
your hubby must be one of a kind to deserve a woman like you.
We, your blogreaders are amazed over the work and effort you have put down to make this a perfect home for the pair of you, and Nathan and the other children.
I cannot possibly image you having any spare time at all.
I have a first cousin living just outside Chicago. She's 71, fulltime working as a real estate broker (not the easiest occupation these days, a secretary for her lawyer husband and a devoted grandma of two. I never ever thought of her as a senior citizen. She says that pension plans in the US aren't that good, and she prefers working till her husband retires.
He's 76.
I don't think they will work that long, but what I mean to say is; age is not a number, more like a state of mind.
I cannot image you as a senior anything for a long time yet, unless that would be your choice.
You calico hair is sure your choice, maybe a sign of freedom, i am who I am and who I want to be!
My dyed hair is a sign of not wanting to give in, yet. I turned gray in one week as Serina was diagnosed with epilepsy in 1994, and denied to let the sorrow and pain overwin me.
Now,-she's declared cured and free of medication two years ago, so my continuing being blond instead of natural gray is purely false vanity.
I'm having more bad hairdays than there are rainy days in Western Norway. I feel I need something making me feel better. You so see my mad hat/caps/hood collection I use to cover up my flaws.
Luckily Gunnar let me be just the way I am, even if I'm quite a handful sometimes.
Oh, let's enjoy the summer and the garden and our wonderful families, in a few months we'll be getting frostier and feeling older anyway.
Hugs from Felisol

Maggie Ann said...

I'm moving steadily towards 'senior' moments in some ways and in other ways I'm just exactly who I've always been, only with an appreciation for life like never before..sometimes...grin. Does that make any sense? Love your cat! Mom always had a cat...and I love the way they purr. Like contentment in a can...or cat.

Maggie Ann said...

Thought I'd better run over and gently let you down, no picture of me juggling scarves..grin. Nice of you to ask though! lol

Constance said...

We actually did have "Gourmet Club" many years ago when we were living in Lincoln, Nebraska and we weren't seniors by any stretch! We were 6 families on my Hub's softball team. The wives all got together and planned out our meeting (6 times a year) in advance and what the theme was, (German, Mexican and so on..) The host home provided drinks and the plates and such, the rest of us rounded out the meal. I usually got put in charge of desserts. It was a lot of fun!

I've been gone little bit out of town and was wondering how retirement was going at your place, it sounds like an adjustment. Do tell us about the dumb waiter!

Jada's Gigi said...

Love the traveling supper club thing! Its not geriatric by any menas but it is indicitive that you have time ( sans kids) to do more as you please. DO it! Love it! You are after all "retired" :)

Anonymous said...

It's interesting how a person magazines change over the years. Yes I get AARP faithfully. But I used to subscribe for every outdoor magazine I could get my hands on plus every photo magazine.
Now, instead of "Taste of Home" I get "Cooking for Two," Instead of "Outdoor Photography," I get "Tea Time,"
And of course instead of "Popular Photogrphy" I get "Srapbooking." Pop reads AARP, I'm much too busy :-) Just Me Gramma_s
P.S. You might have noticed, I gave up on Blogger, it dissapeared on me and I don't know how to get it bsck, so I'm back to xanga. I'll leave Blogger for the smart people, and the younger generation. :-) Bye !

Jim said...

No problem here, MM. Being retired, especially with a retired husband, having gray hair, trying to do more than any grown older woman should do, and worrying about adult diapers means just one thing.
YOU ARE getting OLD.
Sorry to be so blunt, three out of four things there are changeable by you.

Saija said...

i love my mature inner person, compared to my "know it all" younger person! :o)

and to call you calico, that's cute! could have been much worse!