Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Who's Your Daddy?

Three more days ......... and I will be 60. Since I plan to live to be 120, this will mark my halfway point of life. Just the other day a man came in to swim. He asked for John ....... "John?" I answered. You know, the owner of the campground. "Do you mean Drew?" I asked. Oh, yeah, we call him John.

Bet he doesn't answer, I think. Then he says, "You must be his daughter." I laugh and tell him I am his wife. He mumbles something about me being so much younger than him, which makes me laugh harder. Then I tell him we share the same birth year. The man looked shocked.

I must have been having an incredibly good day, but it has made me really take a close look at my husband. I see him every day and I simply see my husband. The man I love and sometimes hate passionately. Love and hate being closely related.

He does look older than his years. I look in the mirror every day when I brush my teeth and groom myself for the day. I look better when I take the time to apply make-up, which is less often this time of year. Mowing and weeding are not chores to tackle with mascara on. Sweat will make it run into your eyes and burn like crazy. So, most of the time I look in a mirror and see my dad's face and wonder what he is doing stuck in my mirror. My dad aged well and always looked younger than his years. I am happy to have inherited that particular gene. Not so happy about the stubby sparse eyelashes I got from Mother. I suppose we have to accept the good with the bad, though.

I seem to have also inherited her inability to let things go. I do not like that trait, and try not to let myself fall into that trap. Most of the time I succeed, but sometimes, when I feel very strongly about a matter, I can't seem to let it go after I have stated my case. It makes me sound like a raving bitch. I realize it while it is happening, but ......

Perhaps it would help if He Who looks older than me would not look at me as if I am being unreasonable. Makes me bring all the evidence into play and present it over and over. Nothing is quite so frustrating as stating a matter clearly and having someone look at you as if you are speaking in a foreign language.

He Who is a pushover gets taken advantage of. He will let everyone play with his toys and then when they break them, he says nothing. When I get pushed, I push back. Drama, there are people here who have expressed their dislike for me and my drama. People who do not pay to stay. People who do not pay to stay should just keep their mouths shut, lest they find themselves banned from my park. My park, my rules.


Brian Miller said...

ha. whew. um i would pay. smiles.
60 is the new halfway for sure...guess i will hit 1/3 this year then....and you def dont look 60...smiles.

Pat said...

60 is the new 40, right? Happy Birthday, girl! You look mah-vah-lous!

That would have made my day if someone thought I was Jim's daughter! Ha ha!

Sandi McBride said...

I will never forget the day I looked in the mirror and my mother was staring back...then she began to talk to me...it was not funny...it still isn't. But you are sister blogger, you are!
warm hugs
Grace....no no I mean Sandi

ellen abbott said...

who cares what people who don't pay to stay think about you. unless it prevents them from ever paying and staying I guess. but do you really want a bunch of people staying in your park that don't like you? I think I looked a lot younger when I was working out regularly at the gym. once we moved out of the city there was no gym until recently. I feel like I aged a lot in those 3 years. now I am having a hard time getting back in the gym groove. I'm 63 this year. I may look old but I don't feel old. and I hate to hear my mother come out of my mouth. I did not like her very much.

Linda O'Connell said...

You look very young! Mouthy women live longer, remember that.

joanne said...

fifteen days and I will be joining your club...ain't it grand. I read somewhere that growing old is not for sissies. Nothing truer ever said. And I'm starting to believe that my husband, who is our same age, is very much like yours and I keep repeating things over and over and over slightly changing it to see if I'm talking lating or something...never helps, and I just can't let it go until I know he 'gets' it. gah.

Kathy G said...

I took a good look at Hubby the other day and noticed he's starting to look older. I'm sure he could say the same thing about me, but in the mirror I think I could pass for 40 :-)