Moma Katts Pretty Much Famous Writers Workshop - #3 prompt was You Know You're Getting Old When...
(according to Kelley, I haven't been able to find the original post)
I read Kelley's list and got a kink in my side from laughing so hard. So here are my additions,
You know you're old when...
Yesterday I met my two sons downtown Toronto, yes, not the best of days to do it, but a Mom's got to do what a Mom's got to do.
Well normally we meet at the Eaton centre and when my eldest (who refuses to wear boots) said, "Mom could you walk up to Gerrard," and since I don't know where his new place is I didn't stay on the subway two more stops, I reluctantly said: O.K., knowing that his feet might stay drier for at least 15 more min. I darn near had a heart attack. It was snowing so hard that I had to lift my feet high to climb through the snow on the walk.
Well I got to Gerrard, thinking o.k. he said two minutes away, Yeah right if you're in an airplane. We stopped for lunch after an exhausting "two minutes". Had a proper chin wag as they say, and I'm thinking the whole time, "did I see a washroom here, did I pack my bean o"
On the road again to his place, he's in a residential area now, so the walkways were not yet tended to , so another climb up Mount Everest.
When we got to his place, I had to test out his new mattress. It's O.K. I dreaded the thought of walking back. I must have looked bad, 'cause my youngest normally barrels on ahead, kept looking back to see if he hadn't lost me in a snow bank. I didn't sit down on the subway for fear of not being able to get up. When we got home, I immediately got a heating pad for my body (wish they made them bigger).
So yes, I'm pretty old.
I'm suppose to be doing the backyard bird count so I couldn't resist taking this shot as well.
(according to Kelley, I haven't been able to find the original post)
I read Kelley's list and got a kink in my side from laughing so hard. So here are my additions,
You know you're old when...
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| from this in the a.m. |
Well normally we meet at the Eaton centre and when my eldest (who refuses to wear boots) said, "Mom could you walk up to Gerrard," and since I don't know where his new place is I didn't stay on the subway two more stops, I reluctantly said: O.K., knowing that his feet might stay drier for at least 15 more min. I darn near had a heart attack. It was snowing so hard that I had to lift my feet high to climb through the snow on the walk.
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| to this by noon |
On the road again to his place, he's in a residential area now, so the walkways were not yet tended to , so another climb up Mount Everest.
When we got to his place, I had to test out his new mattress. It's O.K. I dreaded the thought of walking back. I must have looked bad, 'cause my youngest normally barrels on ahead, kept looking back to see if he hadn't lost me in a snow bank. I didn't sit down on the subway for fear of not being able to get up. When we got home, I immediately got a heating pad for my body (wish they made them bigger).
So yes, I'm pretty old.
I'm suppose to be doing the backyard bird count so I couldn't resist taking this shot as well.
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| gathering spot |
5 comments:
Next time THEY pay for a taxi ;-)
Mary said what I was thinking! But it did make for a funny post!!
It's sad and funny at the same time! Forget the heating pad, just wrap up your whole body in an electric blanket, LOL.
oh, you poor thing. I hate getting bone chilling cold. I've never heard of it called a chin wag, but I'll be using that term from now on!
Awww, that reminds me of all the flame-red cardinals gathering in our magnolia tree today, as it hammered down snow. Yes, dear Irene! In South Carolina! BTW Donna is right: you need an electric blanket. Stay warm and don't overdo!
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