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Welcome to Wordless Wednesday.

A chance to share your photos and have some fun.

Here is last weeks picture.

Coles watercolor 003

Someone guessed it!

ww 001

It’s a watercolor done by my son. I see many things in it. One is a dog. Do you see it?

A new one for this week.

What do you see?

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Welcome to Wordless Wednesday.

I know. I’m a day late. I kept thinking it was Wednesday today. LOL

A chance to share your photos and have some fun.

Had some great answers for this one last week.

I saw a hairy spider. LOL

This is the top of a coconut. One person nailed it as the coconut is carved.

do you see what i see and critters 009

coconut 002

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Now for this week. What do you see?

Coles watercolor 003

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A senior citizen. Who? Me?

Posted: February 20, 2014 in Articles
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It seems like just yesterday I was playing with Barbie dolls. Then, I wake up and I’m what? A senior citizen.

Yeah, I’m part of the club now. I’m carrying a few extra pounds, have wrinkles and a bit of that dreaded crepe skin. When did this happen? That old adage, “Time marches on,” seems to have marched over my body.

As a child, 20 seems old.

In your twenties you think you’ll be young forever.

The thirty somethings roll around and you have a family, responsibilities and the beginnings of those wrinkles.

The forties. Okay, stop now.

Your fifties, supposedly the new thirties.

What’s with the labels?  For me the only good thing about being classified a senior citizen is the discounts. Discounts at restaurants and for travel. For all those great sales. But I hesitate to claim them. I don’t want to be labeled ‘old.’

And I’m not. I still feel naive, get that rush of giddy girlishness over silly things. And I still need my mother.

 As the clock ticks, I’ll get more wrinkles and I’ll own them. I’ll wear them with pride.

You see, I’m still learning. Still growing. Still looking ahead.

Who is that woman who looks back at me from the mirror? If I peer closer, I catch a glimpse of that young girl. She’s still there.

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