Monday, April 13, 2009
A Wrinkle in Time
I woke up one morning recently, went in the bathroom, looked at my face in the mirror and saw a different person. Yesterday that wrinkle(s) wasn't there. It reminds me when I turned 30 years old, looked in the rear view mirror of my car and saw my first wrinkle. I can't even remember where it was on my face, if it even existed outside my imagination. When I turned 50, I laughed at my wrinkle scare 20 years earlier and I learned something. No matter how old you get, that new wrinkle made your other wrinkles something you shouldn't even have worried about. I will only begin to grow older when they are ruts on my face. And even then, each new rut will make the last one not such a big deal.
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Posted in email by my sister-in-law, Jody Nyvall:
it's the ruts I'm not thrilled about! and this "turkey craw" thing that used to be my neck!
Ruts huh. Remember Las Vegas New Mexico? You don't look like the Santa Fe Trail by any means. I think you are beautiful.
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