I don’t take too many photos of myself, but this morning I made an exception. I thought I’d take a self-photo and then update my online profile. That’s not going to happen. I took one look at the picture that was stored on my phone and scared the hell out of myself. Staring back at me was some guy going bald, and much older than I am. Take a look at it. Wouldn’t that frighten the dickens out of you?
I read an article not too long ago that stated we really don’t recognize ourselves. We see our physical selves differently than others see us. We are used to seeing our reflection in a mirror, where everything is turned around backwards. We slowly age and that aging is not properly reflected back at us. We become used to seeing ourselves as we age, not after we’ve aged.
Folks, I’ve aged. I don’t know if you can really tell, or not, but I’ve lost a few years somewhere. There are wrinkles where there weren’t wrinkles yesterday. I’m missing quite a few hairs on the top of my head (maybe that’s why the shower drain is always clogged), and the ones on my chin have turned gray. I now have aches and pains where I don’t think I should have aches and pains. They remind me they are there every morning. Where did my youth go?
It’s been said that youth is wasted on the young. Well, dammit, send it back to me. I think I’m old enough to appreciate it now. There’s got to be an elixir out there somewhere that will do the trick. Wasn’t there a song about Potion #9? Wasn’t that the one that would…wait a minute. That was a love potion. Scratch that. I can’t be mixing such an esoteric idea in with the youth/age conundrum I’ve found myself deeply involved with. That would really muddy the waters, wouldn’t it?
Meanwhile, let me update you on the comings and goings at Sand Mountain. Mostly, this morning, it’s goings. A good number of people who arrived late Friday, or early Saturday, are leaving early Sunday. Some of them even left last night. Life should quiet down a bit now. I might try for a nap later. I’m already beginning to get tired just watching these people pack up and move on.
I took some pictures on my walk this morning so that you might get an idea of what it’s like on a weekend around here. I hope these photos are not as near as frightening as the one above. Wow. That could curl a pig’s tail on butchering day.
Hope you enjoy seeing what you’re missing.
Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.