A NEW AGE
How many of you have pets? Did you know it's the fastest growing industry around? People who aren't having children are adopting dogs. My daughter is CRAZY about dogs, and I have a darling new grandpup, Parker, a Golden Retriever. Kara and her friend are opening a doggy wash. It's called SEE SPOT CLEAN and is located at 13340 W Van Buren in Goodyear, Arizona. How's that for a promo?
The first day was bad. We walked in and looked at the floor, all fifteen hundred square feet of it. I thought "what have I gotten myself into?" But I couldn't let my daughter see I suddenly realized I wasn't her age any more. I mustered a big smile, rubbed my hands together and announced we needed to get to work. By the end of the day I somehow managed to totter to the car and collapse in the seat. The ride to her house was in a nearly unconscious state. I'm sorry to admit I was grouchy and snappy with my poor husband on the phone that night when he didn't want to get off the call so I could go to bed.
The next morning, I dosed up on ibuprofen, pulled on jeans that were spotted with mortar, and went off to the shop again. This time we had some oldies music playing and I was able to pretend it was 1972 and I didn't have muscles that screamed for mercy. By the morning of day five, I was sure I would have tamed those muscles into submission, but instead they were going AWOL and refusing to answer my orders.
That's when reality finally set in. I AM getting older. But I'm not going to go peacefully into that good night. I'm going to be like Maggie in HOT FLASHES AND COLD CREAM. I'm going to throw myself into everything I do, full bore, and go skidding into glory yelling, "Daddy, I'm home." But, don't tell my muscles, okay? They might not be able to take it right now.
Maggie will be so proud you, Colleen!! Shoot, I'M proud of you! I did a walk on the treadmill yesterday (first time since I was 10), and my legs are putty. How pathetic is that? I got up this morning and screamed, "Get out of my bedroom, you metal hog!" but when I came home from church it was still there.
ReplyDeleteSooooo before my muscles can completely turn to the consistency of cottage cheese, I'll climb back on the treadmill. I didn't say I'd turn it on, mind you, but hey, we've got to start somewhere.
Baby steps.
Tee hee hee ;)
ReplyDeleteWe recently moved....talk about reminding you you're no longer 20. Painting, moving, cleaning....ugh. I am finally beginning to feel like the old no-more-physical-labor me!
Oh, Colleen, I laid tile yesterday, for just one day, and my knees are killing me! I can't imagine doing it for 5 days...now that's true mother love!
ReplyDeleteLOL. I wonder why the mind doesn't get the message that the body has moved on. I remember trying to do a cartwheel to teach my neice. Um...bad idea. It went so differently in my mind.
ReplyDeleteJust got over the flu. Blech. Apparently caught it from my children--all three of them had it, poor babies. But get this: It lasted 12 hours or less for them, while I, on the other hand, got the full 24 hour version. That's an age thing, don't ya think?
ReplyDeleteSo not fair :-0
I'm just so glad I'm not alone! My mind thinks I'm still 22, but my body reminds me about every 5 nanoseconds that I'll soon be 42!
ReplyDeleteJust remember, you're not getting older, you're getting better!
ReplyDeleteRachel
I'd end up in the hospital if I tried to do a cartwheel. I think the last one was when I was in kindergarten!
ReplyDeleteFunny how our bodies get bombarded with the signs of aging but our minds refuse to accept the fact. LOL
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