Says the kind hairdresser, "It's really time for some color on your hair."
Says me (to myself), "Do they know that menu by heart or are they actually reading that? Excuse me while I climb up on the counter to try to read it."
Says the old man in the grocery store parking lot with a chuckle, "I saw you trying to get into my car."
Says the good doctor, "Really? I want you to see a cardiologist."
Gray hair... yeah I know about those. And it's no secret I need glasses... I just haven't found a convenient time to take care of that yet. The car... well when DH visited his mom in Texas, he returned with her car since she wasn't driving it anymore and it gets much better gas mileage than my mega SUV. I drove this car cheerfully... even feeling rather young and hip... for at least a week before I realized that I was the only owner of this particular model who didn't have gray hair. Oh wait... scratch that.
Anyway, the old man caught me following one of those episodes of mistaken car identity that you hope nobody happened to see. It was really the beeping coming from behind me every time I pushed the key fob buttons that finally (and I do mean finally) got my attention. Yep, directly behind me was the same model car with Texas plates, blinking lights and an open trunk.
But really... nothing says OLD like "cardiologist". This is exactly why I don't like going to the doctor. It took 4 months of recurring allergy induced sinus headaches to get me there in the first place. "Can't I just take the allergy spray and leave here in peace??" But since my thorough doctor had carefully noted in my chart that I actually presented myself in his office 2 years ago solely due to lightheadedness (at which time he gave my condition a big name and told me to stand up slower... obviously something to be extremely concerned about), and since I casually said, "Yeah... I still have that... and it was happening on roller coasters last week too," I apparently deserve a trip to the next level in the medical hierarchy.
I left there with my referral and a plan to trash it and take more iron since I'm quite sure my spells of dizziness are due to either an iron defiency or allergies (the latter of which I now had medicine for). But this didn't fly with DH so I've made my appt. and with that phone call took one step closer to
being ancient the next phase of life.
But tomorrow... tomorrow I leave for a visit to my friend's vacation home on a water ski lake where I can hopefully avoid any further cosmic jabs at my age for at least a few days. And if I can't hide, at least I know where they keep the good wine.
BTW - the sock is the beginning of my black and gold knitting for our local team colors. I'm trying to have team spirit and support my kids by wearing them at their games... they don't think the gold is quite right, "and why does it look green in spots?" In response, "Well the color is called "Steelers" and do you have any idea how hard it is to find black and gold sock yarn? Do you have any idea how few people actually want to find black and gold sock yarn? As a matter of fact, I think I'm being selfish... when they're done, YOU will get to wear them with your uniform at all your games!" They obviously are not in touch with the flashing "Don't Mess with Me" sign flashing across my forehead.
But for a laugh, I leave you with this from Uberstrickenfrau's blog...
Go read the quotes on her sidebar. Good stuff.