A lot of people in the company get really upset about this annual event. They feel left out and hurt that they don't get the same perks. Personally I don't care. I would hate to have to spend a full week with all those people in such close proximity. And I hate golf, so there's no loss there, either. But I do understand some of their concerns. Especially a couple of years ago, when everyone was told we all had to cut spending because the company was in financial difficulty, but they still spent $250 K for their little outing.
So, I was sitting here reflecting on a conversation I had with Lynn this weekend. We were discussing how similar our mothers' views are on many subjects. He commented that they both came from the same era. I reminded him my mom just turned 78 last month. Which makes her 20 years senior to his mom. I told him it just doesn't feel right having my mother be 78. That's too old to be my mother, that's a grandmother's age.
So I start thinking about how she is getting older. Even though she is still extremely active, she is getting to the age where something could happen to her at any time. It always bothers me when I go over to visit her each week and hear the latest mishap she has experienced. She slipped and fell down the last few steps a few weeks ago. Bruised herself up pretty good. She has burnt herself on the lawn mower several times, reaching next to the exhaust to clean out the built up grass. Lifting, straining and pulling stuff that is way too heavy for her and pulling various muscles.
I understand that she is trying to continue to be independent, even though dad died almost 10 years ago, and do all the stuff he would have done. She doesn't want to be too much of a burden on me. The same with my aunt. They're both just alike. Each of them overdoes it on a routine basis. And I'm always afraid of what's going to happen to them.
I guess this is really just more of a reflection on getting older. No matter how hard we try, we can't stop the progression of time. We may not accept the passing of years, but they occur anyway.
I found it a little funny the other night. I was talking with one of the 17 yo's at the evening job. He had asked if I had met the new guy they hired last week. I told him no, and I didn't know anything about him. He said he saw him, and wasn't too sure about what kind of guy he was going to be. I asked him why he thought that. He said because he's so old. He's like 40.
I had to laugh. Made some comment about thanks a lot. Then I told him I'm 42. He didn't believe me. He thought I was, maybe 33 or 34.
So.....am I getting older? Yes. Do I feel as old as I am chronologically? No. Yes, I do feel the aches and pains of overdoing it, sometimes. But then again, don't we all? And yes, I have started to see my body shifting. That roll never used to be at my waistline. Now the question arises, do I start working out now????? I really hate the thought of that. After all these years of having a naturally trim body, to have to work to keep it, really sucks.
Ok, this has gotten a little too rambling, so it's time to quit.