Friday, April 3, 2015

Senior Moment

I've been looking at the header photo I posted a few days ago.  

Something was weird about the picture but I couldn't put my finger on it.  

The photo was labeled "peaches" in my computer file on my laptop.  I had taken a bunch of pictures of our peach in bloom before the hard freeze last weekend skunked every stinking one of them and thought this was one of them.



Then I saw it.  
The awning in the background.
That's not there anymore.

All my new "peaches" pictures were still on my Ipad.
Well, Duh.

At least I figured it out.  
I think it would have bugged me every time of pulled the blog up. 
"What's wrong with this picture?"

Kinda like when I look in the mirror lately.

I turn 53 this month.

Who knew hormones were so important to keeping you looking like the girl you've been the last 50 years?  I'm startled just about everyday when I'm fluffing the hair and putting on the makeup.  

Who is that in the mirror?  
I mean she kinda looks like the girl I used to be.  
But not.  
So I catch myself looking at my image in the mirror.  
I'm changing from the girl I used to know into the woman reflected back that I don't really recognize.  

She seems familiar but not. 
Kinda looks like my Mom.
Sometimes looks like my Dad.
My older Sister?

Nah...It's just me.  
A new me.

Kinda like that back porch.
It used to have a colorful awning covering it.
Now it's got a rock solid, sturdy roof over it.
It ain't going anywhere, I can tell you that.

Kinda like me.  

I may look different.  
But it's still me under there.
 

3 comments:

  1. With you all the way on this one, m'dear! I may look different on the outside (why does that have to happen?) but I still feel the same on the inside. Nope, that's not true. I feel BETTER on the inside!

    P.S. Drat and darn. So sorry you lost your peach blossoms. Mother Nature is having a royal hissy-fit this year.

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  2. Why you infant, you! Isn't it funny how we can just feel so 'the same' inside - for years and years, then catch sight of ourselves and be shocked. Speaking for myself here. I was just getting warmed up at 53 - have a ball! So sorry about your peach trees. Too bad there's not some way to protect them, other than to swaddle them in bubble wrap.

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  3. Infant, indeed! I am totally shocked when I see an unexpected picture of myself and wonder who on earth that woman is!! Then reality sets in -- its me. I sure don't see myself that way at all.

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