While driving to rehearsal tonight, I had a brief moment of clarity when I noticed a motorcycle rider coming from the opposite direction, plus a car and driver, turning in front of me much farther down the road, and I realized both those guys were young. Not only were they so young I wasn't interested, but they were so young they would never give someone my age a second glance. My age? Then it hit me that biologically I'm 57. I don't really feel 57. The most I could possibly be is 43, or maybe 47, but 57? How did that happen? That's almost 60!
I'm sure I don't look 57, or do I? What does 57 look like anyway? I can't believe I'm almost 60. Sure, my body is starting to fall apart, but I'm not ready to be some tottering, little old white-haired lady that needs a Boy Scout to help her safely cross the street. What happened? It must be a mistake? 57??? Egads!
I figure I'm supposed to age gracefully, but I'm going to continue living life as fully as I can. When I do reach dinosaur status, do you think I could have a pretty pink cane, or at least one decorated with OSU decals?
