Just Thinking

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I'm contemplating 59.

Older than my my husband,
older than my sister,
older than my friends.
WAY older than my children.

It seems older than anyone I know.
Except of course for the elders.
Well, there is my brother.
He's 68 and my cousin is 60.
That's an unreal reality in itself.

T just turned 58 like me.
We are the same age now.
Glory be!

But give it 2 months and I'm back to being older.
Luckily, he says, I'm immature for my age.

I always have counted on those two months.
Same age, same maturity level!
For just a bit, then it's back to reality.

We were never the same grade.
When I was in 1st grade he was a kindergartner.
At 14 I graduated to high school.
He was an 8th grader.
At 21 I dated a minor.
I bought the beer, but they carded me everytime.
He bought the beer underage and they never asked.

So, I may be older, but I look younger.
A boon at 59.
Not so great at 12.
"Hey, little boy."
"No, I'm a girl and I'm not 8!!"

15 was rough, too.
Looking 12 years old at 15 is humiliating.
59...hmm, maybe I'll look like I'm 49.

But that is pretty far up there, too.
Let's just call it Celsius instead of Farenheit.
Let's call it 15, shall we?

I can dream in Celcius.
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