Dear Reader:
It is hard to believe that another Easter will soon be here…holidays seem to tumble one on top of each other these days. I am glad Easter is late this spring so hopefully I can get a few things done so it will be in full technicolor for the Easter activities.
I am down to the last book in the Mitford series and Father Tim is feeling his age…he is about to turn the double seven’s and is definitely realizing it… in too many ways.
One afternoon… after helping his son Dooley work on the farm and get things ready for his upcoming wedding…he makes an astute observation. He is having to make more and more excuses for not being able to do things he could do even a few years earlier when he wasn’t so…so…so what was the term “aged out” or “along in years?”
What was the language to be learned for being old?
Last night I thought about that one question a lot since it hits pretty close to home these days. Shouldn’t there be a guide book or something to help one grow old with a little more …um…pizazz? I just don’t want to turn into an antique…nice to keep around but not particularly useful…just an object to dust off occasionally.
I googled aging and discovered a lot of ideas floating around out there…. even words we should avoid because they “age” us immediately.
It is interesting to me that the word “aging” comes from the Latin derivative aevum, meaning “lifetime.” If we do have the privilege of living a relatively long lifetime or life span…let’s face it…we are going to have to learn how to deal with aging.
Besides the obvious physical “downfall” (Due to Newton’s gravity law) which, if we have enough money, can be fixed at a price…there are other areas too where we find ourselves “aged out.”
Clothes is a big category when it comes to “aging out”of certain styles. I pretty much dress today the same as I always have except I do find myself looking for long shirts/blouses or tunics much more than the standard shirts….someone told me recently that tunics would soon be going out and short shirts and blouses back in…which means I will soon be out of style again…love my tunics.
Less is best when it comes to make-up at a certain age and since I have never worn much anyway…this isn’t such a problem except when it comes to lipstick. Now I know why mother was always putting on lipstick…Have you noticed? At some pre-destined age our lips disappear …(at least it appears that way to me.) Now when we take Ya pictures everyone runs to their pocketbook to find their lipstick to put on before they smile.
Oops…I just made an “aged out” mistake. No more “pocketbooks”…that is what our mothers and grandmothers used…today it is only “purses” where we keep our keys and… lipstick.
And I can only buy pants now…never slacks. Outside of the United Kingdom everyone, men and women wear pants. The word Slacks is another “age-out.”
And I do remember this next word (one I particularly love) being used in another context when Grandmother Wilson watched television…..Today most people watch TV Shows. Your grandmother still subscribes to TVGuide so she can find out what time her stories are on.
And the last one is “Heavens”….excited expression used only by sweet senior citizens when there is a discount on “pocketbooks” and “slacks.”
Here is the link to these Top 50 funny observation into out-dated and “aged-out” expressions. It will keep you laughing…mostly, like me, at myself!
https://www.msn.com/en-us/lifestyle/smart-living/50-words-that-instantly-age-you/ar-BBNYphZ
So until tomorrow…All kidding aside…I might not be aging as ‘gracefully‘ as I once hoped…but I am aging ‘gratefully.’ Aging is a gift…the gift of life…so let’s go make and get the most out of it for as long as we can!
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
Is there anything prettier….wisteria growing among azaleas? Thank goodness for long red lights at intersections and bushes growing close to the road.
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My wisteria is budding up so it will hang on another seson. I do love wisteria but the purple is prettier than my white.
Age…it is coming on faster every year.I know advanced years should be a blessing but for some
( my dad) it is a curse that effects us all. Please Lord Jesus don’t let me fall into a pit while dealing with this situation.
LOL. Most of the young people I know don’t even carry a purse….it is plastic all the way.
That is so true….how we used to love to show off our new pocketbooks and now purses…while young people today would rather pull out a plastic sleeve with some cards in it. And the beat goes on….
Many of the words from the video never even made it in my vocabulary I am so far outdated. I used scrub to talk about really cleaning something, and many others I had no idea about the use like: phat etc. No wonder most people under 60 just look at me and smile when I relate something to them. Of course, I find myself doing the same. Colby has adjusted so well. She ought to do well in life because she has learned to translate a foreign language(mine) from the context of the sentence. I remember our high school graduation speaker saying that half the words we would use in our life weren’t even in the dictionary, a paper book with words and definitions. He was wrong, or perhaps he didn’t expect us to live so long. I’d say at least 80 percent weren’t there because with each new invention comes a whole new language. And now we may have come full-circle because they use a lot of hieroglyphics and abbreviations which would require a new large dictionary to understand. I thought lol was lots of love.
As usual you entertain me so much with your wit and charm Jo! You, my dear, will never be obsolete, no matter what you say….because people are laughing too hard to care! Love you!
Hi Becky…and here it is another day just dawning in Aldergrove, British Columbia. Each day the grass is greener and there are more “V”s of geese honking as they wing their way northward.
For you down in South Carolina it seems that spring has arrived displaying itself in vibrant colours and hues of many shardes. Love those wisteria winding their way up amongst the azaleas. Is some heavenly Artist mixing their colours for us to enjoy….even as we gaze about at a busy intersection….?
Love the reminder to be looking up, listening, learning and laughing too. For sure “a merry heart does one good like a medicine”. Becky, praying for you a peaceful, rejoicing and merry herart today as you visit your friends at the wound clinic for the last time…or so we hope. SMILE in the midst of your tears of mixed emotions! Always, His mercies are new every morning….and great is His faithfulness!
Lynn…your prayer did its magic…I was officially dismissed Friday from further treatments…left and went straight to my son Walsh’s place in Mt. Pleasant to help keep the children while Mollie is at a conference. So will have to catch up with emails and comments but saw this and wanted to let you know…those beautiful words took me over the top! Thank you.
You will have to check out a blog called “The Accidental Icon”. I don’t recall exactly why I found it, but you would love it!!! She has some spunk!!!
I never used the terms you talk about, but its so funny listening to my kids use terms that I used in different ways when I was a kid. And my kids think its hysterical when I use terms that they no longer use!!! UGH….
Thanks so much for the tip Vicki! I love things like this where we can get a chuckle or two with others who understand the importance of humor in life. Thanks also for your continued loyalty to the blog…so kind!
Your posts make me smile… you are so welcome!!