Getting old(er)
A few days ago I had to concede that the 'bleached-blonde-by-the-sun' strands in my hair are in fact grey hairs.
I also don't recognise my hands - they belong to an aging woman.
I hate most new music.
I hate new technology and it confuses me.
But it's ok... because inside I feel like I'm finally getting to know myself.
posted by dori at 12:28 pm
2 Comments:
Ha! After your email I thought I would check your blog. I must agree. Also, I have noticed some lines forming around my eyes and on my forehead. I can't bear the thought of smoky clubs. I look forward to quiet, undemanding weekends. I garden.
I have become a strange mish-mash of my mother and my father.
2:37 pm
Oh yeah - that's the worst part - I'm becoming my mother! ;>
5:26 pm
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