Monday, September 29, 2008

I Think I'm No. 2!

Well, this piece of art I made about two years ago clearly expresses the state of my body at present. VINTAGE! What I felt about myself growing old with minimal fight...willing to be more attentive to my aging body with proper food, nutrition and exercise...what I thought to be a typical, but sensible approach to aging....has now all been blown out the back door with this cracked up foot. I have truly walked approximately 48 steps in the past 24 hours. I have never said this in my life...but, my dogs are talking...and it needs to be censored! Every thought is pre-empted by "my feet hurt". This has got to stop. I will not go down with sensible shoes...orthopedic SAS...every outfit being adorned with New Balance running shoes...crutches with duct taped padded shoulder pads...only pants worn that can be pulled up over my Herman Munster boot....and making friends with total strangers that are 65 years or older and always say, "the foot is going to hurt the rest of your glad you made it this long with no injuries." This has got to stop. I am not vintage...broken...old...and wounded. I have had a temporary glitch that has minimized my mobility. The pain in my feet is to remind me to appreciate the torture I put them through. This unfortunate hiccup is to remind everyone..."no man is an island". I currently need people who love me enough to endure my whining, and don't mind getting me a glass of water which happens to be two floors away and this person just nestled into bed to call it a night. All of this aggravation is only here to broaden my ability to appreciate the true definition of vintage... vintage: adj. 1. Of or relating to a vintage, for instance wine. 2. Characterized by excellence, maturity, and enduring appeal; classic. Having endured the test of time. 3. Old or outmoded.
I think I'm No. 2....or maybe No. 3.?


scrapwordsmom said...

What a cute post, Alexa!! I feel this way at times, too. My birthday is just weeks away and I'm thinking...UGH!! I'm yet another year older. I don't feel so old but then I look in the mirror and see my sagging neck, my smile lines, creased forehead...*Sigh*.

By the way...LOVE that vintage piece your created! What a clever use of the Monopoly card!!

Utah Grammie said...

Oh sorry about your foot! The "Vintage" piece is really lovely. And yes, I am vintage. With a 59th birthday looming close by, and being a double mastectomy SURVIVOR- I can totally understand the "broken" aspect. I consider myself "AS IS" and appreciate from there. Love this post - take care and take it easy- and don't believe everything those old-poops tell you!