I was writing a post on gracefully growing older and I had a sudden urge for Coconut Macaroons….being in my 50’s is kind of like being pregnant…I get sudden food cravings and all activities must stop until I make it. This may have something to do with my 30 extra lbs right now…but I’ll save that for another time. Seriously, this is the BEST coconut macaroon recipe. EVER.
I assembled all the ingredients for my favorite recipe and ….crap I’m one egg short of a full recipe. The smart thing to do was add eggs to my grocery list and make the cookies another day. Going to the store for just eggs when I’m doing my full out grocery shop in two days didn’t make sense….must. practice. self control.
So I hopped in my car to drive 1/2 mile up the street….I know I could have walked…did I mention the 40 extra lbs…I know I said 30 before, but I lied…it’s really 40…I’m going to Walmart for eggs after all…I must be desperate. I had my Yoga pants and a sweatshirt on….no makeup and my hair was on day 2…enough said.
I pulled into the parking lot, put the car in park and noticed this “old guy” driving real slow in the parking lane in front of me….As I sat there for a moment explaining to my dog I only needed eggs and I would be right back the “old guy” pulls in next to me and gives me his best (Joey from Friends) “How you doin?”
That’s when my paradigm shift became apparent to me.
See, I drive a PT Cruiser Convertible. My license plate says Honey because that’s what my grandkids call me….I think it screams quirky old lady….I have noticed, however, that when I drive this car, especially with the top down, the reaction from those “old guys” is to approach me as if I’m fresh bait. Last summer, I drove to Michigan to stay with my Son and his family to “help out” (ok, I really just played with kids all day….not really helping out, more like helping myself out) since they had just had their 4 child…A GIRL this time…YAY for me….any way, I digress…Even while driving around town with my grandkids, as long as I had the top down….there were those “old guys” talking to me…My oldest grandson asked “Honey, do you know that guy?” Nope, he’s just friendly I guess.
My memory took me back to the mid 80’s when my girlfriend (now, blogging partner) would go out for a drink after work and you could see the men begin to circle in….now, don’t let me paint a picture for you that isn’t accurate….these men weren’t all GQ types….but they were a lot younger than the “old guys” trying to engage me now.
Gone are the days of a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other perfectly manicured hand and a big head of curly hair that’s been painstakingly straightened. Gone are the days of high heels and short skirts and gone are the days of men trying to score.
Oh my, how my paradigm has shifted (along with a lot of other things that gravity seems bent on destroying). Just the memory of those days can wear me out….I don’t even put my shoes on after 9:00 p.m. let alone go out and about. The perfectly manicured hand has turned into “Grandma’s Hands”. The hours of painstakingly straightening a big mop of hair has turned into a wild mass of curls. High heels have been replaced by sneakers and yoga pants and I haven’t had a cigarette since 1995!
But as I drove away in my quirky convertible with my emergency eggs, ready to get back to my emergency macaroons, that freshly pressed southern gentleman….ok, I lied he’s really just an “old guy” issuing me an emphatic “how you doing?” I realized the paradigm had shifted alright and those “old guys” still made me feel a little younger….and they might not have been that old.