Officially Old
I hereby declare that I am officially old. By the calendar I will turn eighty in October. The truth is I became "Old" the day Cesar died. My celebrations on October 6th will be directed at my darling granddaughter, Katelyn. who was my great birthday treat when she was born. In reality, with no one any longer obliged to pretend I'm still in pretty good shape for long walks, late talks or candid photos, it is much easier to own up to really bad skin, easily exhausted on hikes that would have been no big deal at this time last year, and the constant reminders in every mirror. I'm not pretending to like being old. I'm minorly grateful to have as few health issues as I do. Most of all I'm dreadfully aware that no one gives a damn now. He did. I wanted him to be comfortable with our difference and accept me. Now it doesn't matter. Hair needed cutting? So what. Tired on the way up the hill? Very. I guess as long as I...