The Joys of the Age....or who invited the prophet
Yesterday we had a lovely visit with some old timers we used to know and work with in Mass, over 20 years ago. I think it's a sign of our ages that we gather-- just to be together after many years of separation as we raised our families and pursued our various careers and passions.
The women gathered in the kitchen at first, the traditional comfort zone, and we all affirmed that we would color our hair to fight looking old to the bitter end. We agreed that we hate those "pompoms" that appear on the sides of your head just when you need to recolor. I revealed that I actually have a whole halo that appears every month just to prove what a saint I am.....and then I "cover the glory".
We traded hints on the best ways to keep old age at bay in "do it yourself" form. Or at least looking like age isn't creeping up on us. There was a general admission that some women look fine with gray hair....with agreement that none of us have that gift! AFter that girley type affirmation, we were ready to join the men and mingle......I wonder what the guys discused first off!?....perhaps sucking in their gut for the first half hour....who knows!
We caught up a bit on the who, what, where, when, and how as always happens in gatherings of old friends, and then as the evening was winding down, someone said to me, "you look just the same". Lovely comment, I was glad the room wasn't lit brightly and said, smiling, "Ahh, yes, thank you, this is good lighting" to which another friend said...."You're standing in the dark!" Did he have to say that?
The joys of this age, to spend time with those people who knew you before the gray, the lines, the creaky back, and don't see them even now.....in the right lighting. But who invited the prophet to point out the darkness?
The women gathered in the kitchen at first, the traditional comfort zone, and we all affirmed that we would color our hair to fight looking old to the bitter end. We agreed that we hate those "pompoms" that appear on the sides of your head just when you need to recolor. I revealed that I actually have a whole halo that appears every month just to prove what a saint I am.....and then I "cover the glory".
We traded hints on the best ways to keep old age at bay in "do it yourself" form. Or at least looking like age isn't creeping up on us. There was a general admission that some women look fine with gray hair....with agreement that none of us have that gift! AFter that girley type affirmation, we were ready to join the men and mingle......I wonder what the guys discused first off!?....perhaps sucking in their gut for the first half hour....who knows!
We caught up a bit on the who, what, where, when, and how as always happens in gatherings of old friends, and then as the evening was winding down, someone said to me, "you look just the same". Lovely comment, I was glad the room wasn't lit brightly and said, smiling, "Ahh, yes, thank you, this is good lighting" to which another friend said...."You're standing in the dark!" Did he have to say that?
The joys of this age, to spend time with those people who knew you before the gray, the lines, the creaky back, and don't see them even now.....in the right lighting. But who invited the prophet to point out the darkness?
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