Wait….what happened to February? My grandfather used to tell me that time goes faster when you’re old. I knew it must be true because grandpas don’t lie. But still, he was slowly losing his mind and so maybe he forgot that time is the same for everyone.
But now that I’m moving into the “old” category myself I realize I am thinking things like, “How can young people listen to that music?” or holding my iphone, “I can’t get this contraption to work, dag-nabbit!” Further proving old age is creeping up on me, today I woke up wondering how it could be March already and thinking about weeding the front beds and wearing underwear so huge that the term “Granny Panties” does not do it justice.
But not being fully retired, I can’t work in the flower beds because I have too much to do. I walk the line between old and young….youth getting further away by the second. Even so, I have thoroughly been enjoying my 40s so far and can safely say that I have matured a lot and come into my own. But don’t worry, I doubt I will ever lose the urge to stick my tongue out at people or giggle uncontrollably when someone says “poop”.
The girls and I are spending today wrapping up preparations for the Bridal Fair this weekend. Our booth will be a burlap spectacular, which may be a mystery to the people attending the fair. I am preparing myself to be sandwiched between an exquisite jewelry maker and a luxurious cruise line. Then me in the middle…..bouquets made from old books, burlap bunting and mason jars hanging from rotting pieces of wood. Maybe I should take a bale of hay up there too, just to make the ridiculousness complete.
By the way, if you’re in the area on Saturday you can come by the Bridal Fair….admission is free! I won’t be insulted if you pretend you don’t know me and decide to subtly check out my booth by pretending to be looking for a new diamond ring next door.
Besides being my first time to have a booth anywhere, I am having to figure out the whole credit card operation. I got a little thing that plugs right into my iphone and I can scan credit cards with it. Yes, it’s unbelievable to me also. Not that it exists but that I would be able to figure out how to use it. I practiced on myself last night, purchasing a $6 mercury glass mason jar and it worked. I didn’t even have the urge to question why we need these newfangled doohickeys and ask what happened to the good old days when people used cash money.
Maybe there’s a bit of youth left in me still. I wonder what my grandpa would say.