I don’t know, it just kind of happened out of nowhere. I can no longer tell the navy blue socks from the black socks. Or pants, or shirts, for that matter. One day I was sure of black, the next day not.
Stayed with my oldest daughter recently and asked to borrow a black shirt. Went to her closet and had a “uhhhh” moment. Everything was color coordinated, and I honestly could not tell which was black and which was navy. So, yes, I’m the one you’ll notice while waiting in the Dr.’s office. “Honey, that lady has a black sock and a navy sock on!”
Speaking of old, is it not crazy how grey hairs have a mind of their own! Like they’re wirey and stick straight out. I only have a few (at least after a good hair color job), but just when I think I have those suckers tamed….wham! Out jumps another little devil. By the way, may be an old wives tale, but I’ve been told not to pluck them…they say if one dies, ten come to the funeral. (Just a little advice).
And just one more, ‘is this old’ question. How many of you have that ringing thing going on in your head? I mean, ears. But really, at times I feel like there’s a little Salvation Army Bell Ringer in my head. Talk about giving you a bit of the crazies! This 49andcounting gig can really give me a few “sigh deeply” moments….and then I laugh!