A Few Thoughts on Getting Old

The first sign of impending old agedom, I believe, was when I truly became giddy over the acquisition of my first washer and dryer. I definitely think appreciation of large household appliances comes with age. As does the need for sleep. Yes, if anyone out there's listening, I confess, the "all-nighter" is not something I am capable of doing well anymore. With Tinker's visit, my kitchen was turned into an alchemist's laboratory and I was the lab rat. As all of the products were made of natural ingredients, I was a confused lab rat. I slather this on my face? Are you sure I don't eat it? Alas, as three o'clock in the morning rolled around I was grateful for the oatmeal face mask that was hardened on my face, as it was the only thing keeping my eyes open. As we wrapped up and put everything in nifty little matching jars, I introduced Tinker to the joys of the label machine. With the clock ticking in time with Tinker's fingers on the label maker, the plethora of concoctions was named. "Don't fall asleep," I was instructed. "I'm not," I heard a voice reply. Then I was awakened two hours later to my obnoxious alarm clock. Tinker, busy little fairy that he is, had decorations to put up for Christmas and wanted to get an early start. I, on the other hand, was useless all day. But I am alive. And I still have a face. So all is well with the world.