Older than I once was but younger than...

So I'm sitting here feeling kind of old.

Now, I know that I'm not old, I'll be 40 next month. As far as numbers go that's not really old, not really. But it seems that a lot of things have come together at this one point in time and space causing, from my view, the look and feel of aging. Kind of like when the right kind of rain is falling on an otherwise sunny day and you are in just the right position to see the full double rainbow. That's what's happening to me. A bunch of individual rain drops have fallen on my sunny day providing me a glimpse at the rainbow of being old. I don't have a problem or fear of old age. I welcome it, really. I see life becoming that rainbow that can only happen through the experience of years walking this earth.

But even in my rainbow vision of aging...there's still the rain.

So I'm feeling old right now because I've spent a good part of the day working on my husband's 50th birthday party. 50. I'm married to someone who's passed 50 summers. Half a century.

I'm also feeling old because I moved some rubble around behind the house yesterday and now my back is so stiff that I'm about as nimble as my 98 year old Grandmother. Ok, I just added that comparison to my grandma to let you all know that I still have a living grandparent...that makes me less old, right? Yeah, she's 98 (maybe 99, I lose track of these things) but she's still here. Which, as I type that doesn't make me feel any better about having to bend at the knees to pick up the ball to toss it to my "energetic" dogs (although the deep knee bend are probably doing some good for my 40 year old ass).

And then, when I sat down to write a post tonight my topic was going to be the Vinolymiadi that happened yesterday in the next town up the valley. The Vinolymiadi is, well, the Wine Olympics. It's a day long competition in which teams participate in a series of events, each involving consumption of insane amounts of alcohol - mostly of grape origin. The games began at 9am with croissants and "coffee corretto" (espresso with a shot) and concluded at 6pm with the singing event where each drunken group of fools, um, I mean team had to perform a song. Yep, that's 9 hours of drinking. Other events involved wine tasting, running with trays of wine and a 2 liter bottle of wine lunch.

No, I don't feel old because I'm hungover. I'm not hungover, and that's what's adding to my agedness** today. I didn't participate in the festivities yesterday. The very thought of that kind of drinking makes me sick my stomach these days. Those of you who know me will understand... I'm getting old.

Although, having said all that, I felt myself swell with pride as I saw the team comprised of all my friends WON. My pals took the gold. That I'm proud of these friends for out drinking everyone else, well, can't make me that old yet, can it?

I'm also happy to report that all of my aforementioned friends made it home safely. They made it home at 2.30am at which time I was also safely in bed ...after coming home at 10pm, knitting, listening to the end of the Timber Rattlers' game on the radio and reading myself to sleep.

Hmmmm?

Young at heart?


**When you spell check "agedness", which apparently is an invented word, you get "jaggedness" or "nakedness". Hmmm.

PS. Music provided again from Wayne. Thanks, Pal.