Life begins at 40. I remember reading that somewhere when I was much younger. I thought, So the rest of your life is an incredibly long warm-up? The orchestra of your real life is trapped in the pit. You practice endless runs and arpeggios, chromatic scales that are incredibly annoying and mind-numbing. They remind me of instrumental oatmeal. Or perhaps a very very very long runway, the plane preparing for takeoff. Bah.
Now, I wonder at the wisdom of that statement.
Today, while leaving the store, I stopped to toss some coins in the Salvation Army bell-ringer’s shiny red bucket. Next to the faithful, portly steward was an elderly skinny guy sporting a gray beard. He was chatting up the bell-ringer.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said to me, smiling, as I maneuvered around him to make my deposit. I smiled. Uncomfortable, I didn’t say anything.
“Wow! Look at that smile! Lord almighty,” he said.
As the change hit the bucket, he said, “God bless you.”
I scooted off as fast as I could go. Awkward!
What is going on here? I mean, I like compliments. I will confess I sometimes have difficulty digesting them..from people I know. But twice in the last two weeks, random men have complimented me. And with both of them, I wondered if the next thing out of their mouths was going to be a request for spare change. “Hey baby, got a quarter?”
I don’t dress flashy. It’s 25 degrees, people! Fleece/sweater, boots, jacket, done. I am not in my 20s, nor my 30s. I like this age and am happy in my skin. Except when it breaks out. I think that’s a fair assessment.
I’m not taking any of this seriously. But it is weird. And I notice weird; it gets my attention. Anyone else having strange things happen to them? Did the aliens land and I missed the memo? Am I the only one waving a freak flag? Just wondering.