Some aspects of aging bother me more than others.
I accept that the person who looks back at me in the mirror resembles my mother more than it does me.
I accept that I need to put on ‘spectacles’ to see the fine print. (Okay, to see ANY print at this point!)
I accept that I’m getting wrinkles and crepey skin.
But the thing that bothers me more than anything else is losing the strength in my hands.
My thumb is falling down on its job.
Last night was the straw that broke the camel’s back!
Because of this weakness I was unable to use the nut cracker to open my stone crabs!!!!! This is an injustice that is beyond the pale!
It’s unfair, unjust, and downright WRONG! Having to ask Husband to crack my claws is humiliating! Not to mention time consuming! I have to wait for him to finish cracking and eating HIS claw before he can crack mine!
I might have to invent an ‘automatic stone crab claw cracker’ for my aging generation of baby boomers. Powered of course!
I’m also thinking of writing a book.
The title will be ALL THE THINGS YOUR MOTHER NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT LIFE AND AGING.
Chapter one: THIS JUST PLAIN SUCKS!