Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Graceful aging, anyone?

Getting old gracefully is a full time job!  Every morning when I open my eyes I devise a new plan for the day ahead.  How will I age gracefully today? 
Well, this morning I decided to call everybody together for a meeting.  I asked my body to summon all the parts necessary to move, suggested to my inner organs they participate, and  had a stern yet gentle discussion with my brain.  There was a bit of a delay when I called willingness to join us.  But finally all participants were ready to hear my plan for the day.  I assured everyone that these were suggestions only and that no one was under any obligation to perform.  So here are the points I stressed:
1.  Let's all cooperate in doing the best we can when getting out of bed slowly.
2.  No whining, groaning and moaning, or complaining.
3.  Cheerful and light-hearted completion of morning ritual.
4.  There should not be any hurt feelings when we aren't showered with compliments when other members of the household first lay eyes on us.
5.   When leaving the house we are wearing something chic and colorful. 
6.  In the event that during the course of the day we feel overlooked or not noticed, we will intuitively know that it is not our fault and remain confident and sure of ourselves.....
And here I was interrupted by uproarious laughter.  Not one member of my body thought this plan was remotely feasible.  They stopped laughing, however, when they saw my disappointed face.  Finally everyone reluctantly agreed to give it a try.
So here I am now at 9:30 p.m.  My body is complaining, my inner organs are slumping, and my brain is looking all over the place for willingness.  Was our mission accomplished?  Yes! We did phenomenally well with point #1.  It was delightful to see effort and cooperation.  We skip ahead to #4.  No hurt feelings were observed because no one else was home and thus could not shower us with compliments. 
 And as to points 2, 3, 5 and 6 -- there is always tomorrow when the quest for graceful aging continues.  


          
  

8 comments:

Steffi said...

I think there should be pictures of your children on this site. You sound like a very intersting person. I look forward to learning more about you...

Farmgirl_dk: said...

Well, despite the less than funny subject matter, you are FUNNY! You wrote this in such a clever, humorous fashion, I chuckled through the whole thing. Suddenly, it's clear that I'm not the only funny on in the family. Who knew?! (tee hee)
Hope today's rising was easier for you. The warmer weather will be back soon and, hopefully, less painful days lie just a short distance away.

Farmgirl_dk: said...

Oh, and, in my opinion, I feel there should definitely be pictures of your youngest child but most certainly not of your oldest child.

Zitrone said...

Apparently there is an overwhelming request for photos of my children. This is what I'm thinking: Should I really post those pictures and make other mothers green with envy? My compassionate nature is rebelling against that thought.
Actually, I don't know HOW to post pictures. Now, if someone were to show me how......

Farmgirl_dk: said...

Sadly, I recall you signing an NDA (non-disclosure agreement) which prevents you from posting photographs of your oldest daughter. Again, please feel free to post any and all that you have of your youngest. The oldest daughter will show you how to do this.
Kind regards,
The Oldest Daughter

Mare said...

Hi Zitrone! Thank you so much for visiting my blog and posting a comment! I am so happy to find you out here in the blog world. It is huge, isn't it? So it is very nice to meet you. I have added you to my daily reading list. I'll be back soon!

cityfarmer said...

Oh, Zitrone, I find the moaning and groaning to be the worst reminder of age! I try my best to stifle it, but sometimes it just slips out anyway. How about you?

Zitrone said...

Yes, cityfarmer, the groans do slip out. But there are many ways to disguise them, i.e. "Oh, I think you are not comfortable over there. Let me get you another pillow." Or, "Oh gawd, the economy is getting worse every day!" I find that this hides my groans. Sometimes.
And girls of mine, will you quit bickering??!!
Mare, please continue to drop by.