The toll of getting old...

[myazzie]

So exactly what age does one feel....."Ugh!, I must be getting old....?" Well, I think its the time when a good looking man holds the door for you even if you are still five yards away from reaching the door. Trust me, its not because he caught your striking good looks a mile away, its because he saw a vision of a waddling duck like those windup penguin toys your kid got in their Mcdonalds meal box, the one that just lift its feet and still stay in one spot.  Or once you had to go from classroom to classroom on parents conference evening for a school that housed 1500 pupils. I swear, it looked as if I walked five miles...why can't the teachers stand in line, eh!?!

This weekend, my husband invited his cousins over from back up north. These are younger cousins that he used to tackle when they were in elementary school. My husband would give any day to play football, play video games, wrestle with kids and not feel like he stepped off his maturity pesdestal. These are one of the best things I love about him, because back in my small world (I say this to describe my old fashion so called conservative culture) grown men show little emotion to their offspring. So this weekend is the annual Lowrider car show, lots of young generation flocking the fair grounds in muscle shirts, and bikinis. My husband always wanted to attend one of these events since he subscribed to the magazine years ago. He is all about vehicles and class. After the invite, the look he gave me said "can I go Mom?" So off they went with our oldest 14 yo in tow, armed with a camera and shades. Throughout my day of laundry, ice cream break with my girls, I get these interesting pictures of the most gorgeous classic cars. By, 4pm, after we return home. My husband calls for me to pick him up, he had enough. His purpose to attend was to look at cars, his cousins who are from age 15 to 24 had completely ignored his passion and followed all these "skimpy white chicks in underwear who towered over all the men at the fair ground", that's how he put it. He said there was no point in keeping up and he was pooped. At the entrance curb, my husband looked spent in the fair Phoenix weather, he waddled back to the truck and slowly hopped in. Yes, he finally admitted that indeed he is getting old. We both smiled at each other and looked forward to a quiet evening, because our visitors will leave this evening back to the rez (reservation).