And that’s OK because I’ve never had a problem with my age… it’s the side effects of aging that are beginning to take a toll on this old barefooted hippie chick.
I got “Officially” old the day I told my DH that I didn’t want any more gifts for birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas etc. It was as if I was hearing my grandparents telling me the same thing many, many years ago when I would ask them what they wanted for their birthdays. Ouch, I became my mother long ago and now my grandparents… see officially old.
I don’t feel that old, well some days I do. I don’t even look that old… well actually when I look in the mirror or at a picture of myself I see a lot of all the old folks in the family who, sadly, aren’t with us any more. And IF I was paying any attention at all I’d acknowledge that once my 85 year old mom and her younger sister, my Aunt pass I will be THE OLDEST person in the family.
While camping with the family this week DH leaned over at the evening bonfire and whispered “We are the oldest ones here!!!!” Actually DH is four years younger than me… lucky stiff, enjoy it sweetie!!! One thing I know for sure… I’m too old to go barefooted any more… to hard on the knees, hips and that occasional broken toe from cutting corners to sharply… double ouch!! I can’t go bra less in public any more either… too old. Although we were NOT the first ones up each morning, while camping, nor did we venture over the sand dunes ten times a day to the ocean, we are still able to tent camp, walk half a mile to the bathrooms, over and over and over... even in the middle of the night!!! We held our own making dinner for 25 people when it was our turn to cook. We walked 30,000+ steps a day for 5 days while exploring Pismo Beach, the famous San Luis Obispo street fair, Avilla Beach, Moro Bay, Cayucos’s Brown Butter Cookie Company and finally spent a full day wine tasting in the Edna Valley just a few miles from the coast. That was the first time we’ve gone wine tasting and for some reason by the 5th stop I loved ALL the wines on the tasting menu
We are looking forward to wine tasting again and more importantly camping again next summer with the family. Because even though I’m officially old I’m not too old…. YET.
The oldest (66) and the youngest (7 months)... what troopers we were!!
Planning to go back.
One of four campsites we all shared.
Just a few of the fam settling in the first night.
Driving on Pismo Beach.... FUN FUN FUN!!!
Playing in the sand.
5 of the 10 kids at Avila Beach.
More grandkids on the dunes.
Wildlife watching from above.
Moro Rock. Put a bra on lady... I know you're camping but sheesh!!
So much beauty in the coastal art communities.
Time for a little wine tasting.
Gorgeous countryside... such good company!!!!
Ate them right off the vine... bought some in a bottle =]
Pick Me... Pick Me!!!!
Last day at the campsite.
Another successful adventure thanks to Sparkpeople and my younger hubby who can still swing an ax and put up a tent!!!!!
Oh, and by the way I would never turn down a good bottle of wine if someone asked me what I wanted for my birthday or an anniversary or Christmas or Groundhog Day or….
Cheers and "May you never forget what is worth remembering, or remember what is best forgotten."