Creamed Corn

I am not a Blogger. And this is not my first Blog.

Lately, I've found myself thinking about Age. Like... Alot. I recently turned 28, which is by no means "Old." In fact, most people seem to put me at around 23... MAYBE 24. But definitely 23. Of course this initially pleases me, because what woman doesn't love to hear that youth isn't running out on her quite yet. However, there is some small underlying part of me, deep deep down, that is a little bothered by this. Perhaps its because I am fully aware that I will never actually be 23 again. That time has passed. I am 28 and I no longer live in a worry free world. I am working on being okay with that.

OLD AGE, lately this is more of what I find my self reflecting over... rather than years past. I have this strange fascination with growing older. I am so curious about the elderly community. I am pretty sure the fact that my upstairs neighbors are living relics is what initially piqued my interest on this subject. I have only met the older male occupant... his name is Harold. I couldn't have been more pleased.

Since then their lifestyle has really got me wondering and I've come to a few personal conclusions on the complexities of old age.

Fact 1: Old people have amazing names. It's required. Both of my grandmothers are the perfect example to this rule. Wanda Mae and Nola??? Those names don't even exist anymore. I've come to the conclusion that it will be necessary to change mine when I reach a certain age. Megan just won't cut it.

Fact 2: Upstairs neighbors displaying shrunken frail physiques does ensure a peaceful and quiet living environment for unfortunate downstairs occupant. Apparently knitting potholders and playing solitare causes more of a ruckus than previously assumed.

Fact 3: All elderly folk have an affinity for creamed corn and Matlock reruns.

Fact 4: Birds. Once you have reached a certain age, you become strangely intrigued and excited by their existance. Owls in particular. Sometimes you will collect feathers.

Fact 5: Synthetic fabrics will be you're new best friend. Your energetically colored jogging suits will last an eternity carrying your legacy on with them.

Fact 6: Dinner will be rescheduled to 4 p.m. and bedtime to 8 p.m. No one knows why. I suspect this is in direct correlation with peak bird watching hours, which are dusk and dawn.

Fact 7: Everyday is a holiday. This means extra servings of creamed corn and a good poop.

Fact 8: You are Old. The best excuse in the book. Do as you please and when in doubt... just "forget" where you are and what your name is.

Fact 9: There was a dog and BINGO was his name-o.

Fact 10: This is the end. Literally.