Old Things

The question in my Q and A journal today was "what is the oldest thing you are wearing today?"  At first I wrote that I had on a sweatshirt I had embroidered 10 years ago. After I thought about it a little more I decided it was really my skin. Now, I know I have dwelt a lot on getting old and all, but it is right in front of me when I look in the mirror. You can be honest, sisters. If Mom were still alive would people ask if we were sisters?  That happens!  As we age our appearances sort of merge into the previous generation. I seemed to have merged all of  a sudden.  I got a very short haircut yesterday and now I am looking more like a 70 year old man.  I could say more, but I have talked this old thing to death. Death??? Oh no! Not death!