And we age...

I can say getting older hasn’t bothered me much.

The gray hairs don’t bother me. I certainly don’t fret about them. Yes, I have caved and bought hair color on occasion. However, I have never been a “regular” customer for haircuts or hair coloring. Just whenever I get around to it or make the time. Now I’m pondering, if coloring my hair is really necessary? Does the gray hair upset me? No. Is coating my head with chemicals, harmful chemicals, worth gray-less hair? No.

And then there are the wrinkles. Those lines around my eyes. My laugh lines. They don’t bother me either. Yes I still hate the dark, dark circles under my eyes but you know what, they’re me. And being the plain-jane I am, I am not one to waste time applying make-up because I don't like the feel or that fact that I don't think it makes much difference.  Even the scars from stitches near my right, no left eye, I hardly notice them anymore. Hey world, this is me.  Take me as I is!!!
One thing I CANNOT stand about getting older though is the change in my vision. I have had glasses for distance (driving) for years. This year my close-up vision became unfocused. Blurred. I became frustrated. I dragged my feet for a few weeks before I picked the phone up and called for an appointment. Now I can see. Oh the print in the books – crystal clear. Boy, why did I wait so long. I can’t really blame it on age because I did not forget to call. I opted not to call.

Now though, those new glasses are broke. The weld popped on one of the temples (you know, the piece that goes from the frame to your ear) so I have to drop them off on Friday and get a new pair. I wonder how long my world will be out of focus?