>> Sunday, November 12, 2006
"Life begins at 40 - but so do fallen arches, rheumatism, faulty eyesight,
and the tendency to tell a story to the same person, three or four times."
What a quote. And unfortunately, how true!!!
That wonderful mechanism. It allows us to continue on our merry way without having to be faced with the awful truth of something. It's intent is meant to be comforting. Inviting. Cozy. Like a warm blanket being wrapped around you.
Warm, that is, until someone or something rips it from your grasp. Then you're left standing there, feeling a bit naked, shivering and unprotected from the harsh elements.
I need glasses.
I really need to do something about this.
I can no longer deny this fundamental fact of growing older, as much as I try. I'm 42. I will be 43 in approximately 6 1/2 weeks. So my Warm Cloak of Denial has been around me for about 1 1/2 years now. It started out as just a Wind breaker. Then it evolved into throwing a sweater on underneath it. Well Damn!! In the last four months, I've put on a Parka of the likes that Syracusans with our famous winters would be proud of. :)
And I can hear the subtle melodious song of "I told you soooo" wafting from the direction of my sister's house!
You see, OR, maybe you Don't SEE , lol, this has been a bone of contention with my sis and I. All meant in the most affectionate of ways, the gentle teasing and razzing of each other, that only sisters can get away with. My sis, who basically diapered by butt when I was a babe, had also struggled with her own mortality and sense of denial about getting older. Though her cloak might have been woven from a different fabric than mine was, a Rose by any other name.... Well, you get the idea!
I would be in the car with her, she would be driving, and she'd ask me the name of a street coming up. I, invariably, would look to my right, and tell her. This had occurred many times over the course of several months. I knew she was struggling with the idea of needing glasses, she admitted that to me, had already been to the eye doctor, tested, and had bought her first pair of glasses, and was wearing them. She had taken the correct steps far quicker than I have.
What I didn't realize, until several months later was, she wasn't asking me for the names of the streets because she couldn't see them (she was wearing her glasses). She was asking, to find out how good MY eyesight was at that time!!!! Unbeknownst to me, I was getting informal eye tests done by my sister, because, though she has acted quicker than I have, she still was having a difficult time wrapping her mind around the fact that her own eyes were going bad. If hers were going bad, How long before her younger sister's would?! lol :)
Anyway, This is all coming to a head. I sometimes get headaches from looking at the computer screen for too long, I find myself holding any reading material a little bit farther away than I used to, and I'm firmly convinced that the companies that produces the Syracuse Yellow Pages and the Herald American are both located on a Grassy Knoll somewhere! The Single bullet Theory must also apply to me!! There's gotta be more than one bullet out there! There has to be, There just has to be! Some one's gotta be messing around with the Fonts out there! And my guess it's a 22 year old computer geek with 20/20, who's been able to hack into the mainframe of all telephone books everywhere!
I write this because I have just today, purchased a pair of reading glasses from Eckerds. At least until I can determine what my insurance will pay for and finding a good eye doctor that is willing to collude with me on my delusions. lol
*Shivers as the first layer comes off*
The prospect of getting older is not one that is lost on my other family members either. There have certainly been talks about failing eyesight amongst the rest of us, regarding their own mortality . However, the focus (ironic word, eh?) for my brothers appear to be from a different perspective.
This is a big one in my family, at least for the men in my family.
I have four brothers, age range - 41 - 52, not exactly Spring Chickens.
Two of them are definitely follically-challenged, while the other two have a head of hair that would make Paul Mitchell salivate like one of Pavlov's dogs. They have their own 'male version" of my sister's Eye Exam. One of my brother's lives in California and when he comes home and everyone visits, invariably, the two follically-challenged brothers grab the heads of my other two and looks for any sign of thinning, receding hairlines, bare patches or any form of a Comb-Over. I am somehow strangely reminded of monkeys who groom each other and pick off any gnats and fleas that they might find. I think this has become a male initiation rite in my family, whose Rite of Passage only begins after the age of 40!!
Regarding 'Comb Overs', I have informed all of my brothers to ....let it go. Just let it go. From a woman's perspective, I would rather see a bald man than ever, ever, and I mean EVER see a Comb-Over. Thankfully, my brothers, all four of them, agree!!
Actually, I find bald men attractive.
So, I type this with my newly purchased 'reading glasses'. Though I may still be using my warm, toasty, cloak of denial, I'm still able to read something.... with out locking my elbows!!!
BTW - Regarding Helen Rowland's quote about Life After 40, Please tell me if I start re-telling you this story three or four times! :)
~ Greeneyezz (Desperatly fighting (with every blink of my eye) the need to be called "Foureyezz") :)