Miss Muriel is still, as they say, sharp as a tack and able to throw back a whiskey sour with nary a ladylike gasp. She sat out on the lanai like a dowager, accepting well-wishes from the guests and assessing her presents with the precision of a pawnbroker.
I sat out in the shade, watching the partygoers wander through the wide back yard that sloped down to the bayou. They were all so old. Few young people were around except for the occasional great-grandchild.
It wasn't until about an hour later that I suddenly realized most of these people belonged to what is euphemistically described as my own age group.
I am far too young to be this old.
ah, i know what you mean.
ReplyDeleteLOL, I love it—and you ;-)
ReplyDeleteMy sentiments exactly!!! When I went to my last high school class reunion (my 50th is soon approaching), I told my kids that I had never seen so many old people in one room in my life.
ReplyDeleteBut it's true. When did they all grow old and we didn't? Besides, you didn't look old to me when we had coffee a few months ago. Come to think of it, neither did Richard. Maybe I'm just nearsighted when it comes to family and friends.
ReplyDeleteHear ye, hear ye! I am right with you, on that sentiment!
ReplyDeleteMy mother-in-law, is turning 99, next month. I feel one of the reasons she has endured this long, is she had younger friends as well as her "age group". I better start looking for some 30 something's to fill out my friend portfolio! LOL!
You're right, of course. And congratulations to your mother-in-law.
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