Over the years I've learned that almost every one feels like they're 18 - on the inside. Until something on the outside reminds us that's not the case. This week, I've had 2 incidents that made me think about my age.
Last week I had an eye appointment with a new optometrist. After the exam, he told me that my distance vision had improved some. He then went on to explain that it wasn't uncommon for it to get a little better in people of
a certain age and that I could expect my near vision to start going down hill within the next 5 years. I should mention that this optometrist was probably 10 years younger than me. I left the office feeling a bit decrepit...
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| Bananas Foster by The Pioneer Woman |
The second incident happened a couple of days ago. I found a new recipe for
Bananas Foster on The Pioneer Woman's website. The recipe calls for Dark Rum so I headed to my local ABC Store to purchase a bottle. As I was checking out, the clerk carded me! I showed him my license and said "I'm sure I look old enough to buy alcohol." He replied, "Yeah, but you don't look 37 (my real age). 25 maybe, but not 37." I had a smile on my face the rest of the day. Of course, now I recall that he was a gentlemen of
a certain age and perhaps his near vision isn't what it used to be...
P.S. I made the Bananas Foster last night and it was delicious!
Until later...
But I am trusting you, O Lord, saying, "You are my God!"
Psalm 31:14 (NLT)
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