There are things we experience in this journey called ‘life’ that help us mark the time.  Things we look forward to like starting high school, getting our driver’s license, graduating high school.  Or maybe we look forward to going off to college, that first job or living on our own for the first time.

Then it’s on to getting married, having a baby, buying a home.  And, for a while…we watch our children attaining those ‘firsts’…and we sort of live through them for a while.  Until it’s our turn again!  Retirement.   Grandchildren.    Been there.  Done all that.  Lovin’ every minute of it!

“What’s left?”, you ask.  Hip replacement?  False teeth?  Incontinence?  Heaven forbid!!!  I’ll just go on and tell you…it’s CATARACT SURGERY!  Not that I’m anywhere near old enough to have cataracts, to be sure!  But, still…there they are.  And, the doctor says they’re coming off.  NOW!   So that’s what I will be doing on the following two Wednesdays.  And, it’s not going to be pretty.  Already they have taken away makeup…and I need all the help I can get!  But, I’m being obedient.  No make-up.  Drops in eyes as directed.  No lifting or stooping over.  OK…I can do all these things.  But those ugly ole black glasses…no way!  I’ll just stay in my house with a hood over my head…but no to the glasses.

It’s hard to believe I’ve gotten to this point.  Seems like only yesterday I was a young bride, young mother, young everything!  I still feel the same way on the inside.  Do you feel that way, too?  I guess the essence of a person…our very soul…never ages.  And, isn’t that nice?

Oh, I can fool myself for a while.  But, then I’ll pass by a mirror or catch a glimpse of some older lady in a store window reflection.  And, I realize it’s me.  But, you can be sure of this.  You will not find my reflection anywhere with those ‘OLD LADY CATARACT GLASSES!’

And, if, per chance, Joy should tape them to my eyes or do some other gosh awful thing to me while I’m asleep and helpless and depending on her to care for me in my altered state…she just better remember that turn-about is fair play and her time is coming!  And, my memory is sharp as a tack!