The only reason I would take up jogging is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.
Erma Bombeck
The weather has changed on the 49th parallel where I live. Gone are the warm, sunny nights when the sun doesn’t set till late. It's now rainy and dark, and the chilly nights have arrived.
After freezing in bed the past few nights, tonight I pulled out my fleece pajamas and threw them in the dryer for a few minutes so I could slip into them when they were toasty warm. Pretty soon I’ll exchange my summer coverlet for my down duvet. Lord knows I’d trade in all this winterizing for a warm lover in my bed but my marbles and my motherly duties trump that desire for at least another 110 marbles.
In truth, I’m a bit concerned that I’m getting too self-sufficient to want to meld my life together with another’s in the same manner that I’ve done in the past. Part of me has grown to enjoy cuddling up into my blankets and reading in bed by myself. I also worry that youth will pass me by before I revisit the specific joy of lying in a lover’s arms (or having one lie in mine - not to be confused with telling untruths whilst in my arms). Then I marvel at how advertising and our society has managed to skew my thoughts so that I somehow believe, even slightly, that living a full life is only for the very young.
So I still have time, even as the clock ticks and the marbles drop, to find love inside then outside and finally, to toss those damn fleece pajamas.
Even if you’re still very young, what attitudes about aging have you bought into? They may not affect you now, but your beliefs will patiently await to ambush you when you finally get older. Can you learn not to let age limit you wherever you land on the chronometer?
PS. Thanks Grammar Girl for your insight into lay and lie http://grammar.quickanddirtytips.com/lay-versus-lie.aspx
It’s challenging to get it straight when both Clapton and Dylan had it wrong (it should have been “Lie Down, Sally” and “Lie, Lady, Lie”)
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