In my head, I feel about 20 years old. My swimming friend J tells me that when she goes to her doctor - who is a woman of about 36 - J feels, in her head,about 36 as well. And then it suddenly comes home to her that the doctor sees her as an old woman!
We both hate being called 'dear' by shop assistants or shepherded out-of-harm's-way-love by friendly strangers who fear all our bones will break when we accidentally get bumped into.
Last week, when I visited my friend in a lifecare facility that she'd recently moved into, I went to the kitchen to get her some water. I was immediately mistaken for a resident and told off in no uncertain terms, by the cook, for setting foot into this hallowed sanctuary. I slunk out of that kitchen, away from the bully, thoroughly mortified. I had to stop and think that, by golly, the cook truly didn't see me as a twenty year old.
In future, I vow to bounce into that facility as if I own the place, with all the bounce I can muster, and I'll dress up to the nines, drip with jewellery, look as young as I can possibly look, and glare down my snooty nose at the cook. But, you see, as we grow older, we - as a geriatric bunch - do tend to let others walk all over us.
I shall (try to) be strongerl.
* The Roxy Theatre in Miramar is having it's 3rd birthday today (Sun 6th). The celebrations were due to start at 11 am, and I wandered past at 10 am, so there wasnt much doing at that time. You can see the Gandalf street sculpture on the right. The theatre is owned by Weta Workshop's Richard Taylor, Tania Roger, and Jamie Selkirk.
** J and I have done 5 swims so far this month. It's been lovely at Hataitai Beach, with very warm water.
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