What did you Say?
Aging is for the courageous, my Mom says. And I’ve only just begun. I’m 59. Over the course of the last 15 years, I’ve adapted to a few changes without getting too upset. To begin, there was the arthritis in my upper back. “No more yoga!” ordered my neurologist. “It is triggering migraines.” At least the shoulder stands were. No more. Grey hair came in my early 50’s. Every six weeks, I dye them over. I could be all grey underneath for all I know. The sagging skin. Certain body parts headed south. A little roll of fat on top of the belly. My 5k menopause weight gain. Speaking of “the change,” the retreat of the period was joyful. In the late 70’s, when I learned I’d be bleeding monthly for 30+ years, I cried. When it stopped, I smiled. There was the old sneezing and leaking problem. A little squeezing took care of that. But now, I’ve developed something I don’t like. Really don’t like. A hearing problem. Yes, wax builds up quickly. Yes, I’ve started to put sub-titles...