Life is backwards

This entry isn't about metal clay (well I did add a little about metal clay) or grandchildren. It's just my old age rambling again.

I went to a wedding this Saturday. Had to put on a dress (which I don't do much now that I'm retired.) Anyway, I had to wear pantyhose. Now I haven't put on pantyhose for a long time, but I don't remember it being that hard. Are they making them smaller? (Okay, I know the answer to that.) But it is strange, because when I was a teenager I use to wear a girdle. Now that I need one, I don't wear one. Life is backwards.

Oh, and I'll just throw in a picture of a new dichroic piece while I'm at it.