Glimpse of the barn near the public landing at Harcum.
Welcome to Three Thing Thursday, where we share three or more things related to whatever is catapulting around our addled brains: frustrations, observations, proclamations, exclamations, obfuscations, realizations, special occasions, questions, statements, sentiments, predicaments, commitments, resentments, current events, and Oh, for cryin' in a bucket, CBW, just get on with it!
Well then. Since some people seem to be in such a hurry, let's begin.
1. Several weeks ago, I ran into someone I hadn't seen in 30+ years. Just a few short sentences into the conversation, he asked me how my three daughters were. That's because he thought I was Chesapeake Bay Mumma, who happens to be 23 years older than I am.
2. This week the doctor's office neglected to call me back with the results of some recent blood tests. Coincidentally (?), my mother (who has cholesterol concerns) came over to say the very same doctor's office declared her test results to be spectacular. When I called to inquire about my blood work (cholesterol was not one of my concerns), they determined there had been some confusion based on our same last names and more. It's truly a very long story involving a Big City Regional Hospital. The Little Local Doctor's Office was not to blame. Nevertheless, when you add (1) above with this, you can see where a person
named CBW might start to get a complex.
3. Not too long ago, an invitation to join AARP appeared in the mailbox. With my name on it. My name. Not my mother's name, my name. And a complex, weighing in at 4,000 psychological pounds, was officially born. Pass the cigars.
Just shoot me now. When you reach a certain age and things start to fall apart; when every little ache and pain is translated into the first sign of The Big One, Elizabeth (I'd love to link to an audio clip of Fred Sanford but can't find one); when people start confusing you for your mother and you receive invitations to join AARP, you realize a few things, including:
a) Your mother looks great for her age.
b) You look great for your mother's age.
c) Except, oops, you aren't your mother's age.
d) BLEEPITY BLEEEEEEEP!
Now it's your turn. Please share three things or twenty three things, and if only one of those things are tips for hiding wrinkles, well then bless you.