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The Soldier And P… Saturn Transits And The Reality Of Aging
Astrology in real life
The soldier and I left the gym together, walked to the car and attempted to get in. I was driving and kept clicking the key clicker as we stood on each side of the car pulling on the door handles.
“Why can’t we get in?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You’ve got the keys,” he said. “Open it.”
I clicked and clicked again. “Hey! Is this not our car?”
He snorted. “No it’s not. Damn, P.” He laughed heartily.
“Why are you laughing? You think that’s funny?” I asked.
“Hell yeah, it’s funny.” (swearing below the break)
“Oh, I didn’t know. I thought we were just trying to get in the wrong car - it happens.”
He snorted again as we moved to the now spotted *right car.”
“What? You were trying to get in the wrong car too.”
“How am I supposed to know which one is your car? It’s your car, P. Anyway, I just think it’s funny. We’re like two Alzheimers motherfuckers, someone is going have to call the cops to come get us. Yeah, there are two geezers out here in the parking lot. They have no idea what they’re doing, they love each other but they can’t remember each others names and they sure as hell can’t find their car. Better get someone down here and help ‘em out.”
Do you find humor in aging?
9 Responses to “The Soldier And P… Saturn Transits And The Reality Of Aging”
i am approaching aging with a healthy combination of humor and denial. i also like to say it’s better than the alternative. 
Well, so far. Except the hair on face thing. Which I like to complain loudly about every time you mention aging.
(Snapdragon if you’re still reading, I went to a consult but decided I couldn’t afford laser).
“A healthy mixture of humor and denial” Yes, that’s the ticket right there - and add a large pinch of ‘forgetfulness’ and you won’t even notice getting older, you’ll just think it’s everyone else that’s acting weird.
And kashmiri, I have a story for you re: the hair on face thing: a year or so ago, I had a whole day to myself, and decided to have an at-home spa day. Put on some great music, got out every single last shower, skin & hair product I had in the house, lined them up in the order I would use them, and proceeded to scrub, exfoliate, condition, loofah, soften (you get the picture) every square inch of hide-n-hair. Shower over, hair twisted up in a towel, I started on my face. When it came time to do the moisturizer, oh I used the most expensive stuff, rubbing it in, feeling how smooth and soft my skin was now, peeked in the mirror while doing this, and saw a huge WHITE eyebrow hair below my eyebrow! Oh! Panic! Horror! Freak Out City!
I went to grab for the tweezers, knocked over a bunch of stuff instead, the tweezers fell into the garbage can below the shelf, bent over in a panic to get the tweezers, towel fell off my head, hair fell out of towel into garbage can where it connected with a bunch of tissues with Nair all over them (from using it on my legs) pulled my hair out of the garbage can (it was very long then) and had to plunge it under the faucet before the Nair started vaporizing it, by the time I found the tweezers and did the deed I was almost in tears and Spa Day was OVER. Later I made the mistake of telling this in front of one of my brothers and he laughed so hard tears were pouring down his face.
And Elsa here’s one for you re: the wrong car in the parking lot: I live in a very small town, maybe 300 people. The other day I went to our tiny post office, went in, got my mail, went back out, opened the car door and had one leg in and my hand on the steering wheel when a lady came out of the post office and was saying something to me. Preoccupied with something else, I smiled and looked at her like, “Can I help you?” and she said again, a little louder this time, “That’s my car you’re getting in!” And sure enough, I was half-way into HER car, and mine was parked right next to hers. And no, our cars looked NOTHING alike, I drive a purple Honda and she had a silver mini-van. Way wicked embarassing.
Laughing at these kinds of things can make a little cellulite and facial hair and wrinkles seem like not such a big thing. Now I just gotta make sure my boys don’t put me in the nursing home . . .
You’re most kindly welcome, glad you got a chuckle.
all the time!!
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hahaha….this happens to me all the time.