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.

"The fingers can feel......."

The fingers can feel what the eyes can't see. I heard this along the way from someone in my metal clay journey. (Can't remember who.)

This is so true, especially for us old folks. For me the worst part of growing old is not being able to see as well. I don't like driving after dark, I can't read the fine print, and I can't see what I'm doing in metal clay without my dorky visor. It's downright annoying. The hubby gets mad at me because I can't see where the golf ball landed. (If I would hit it straight, it wouldn't be as big of a problem.) I even lose sight of the little arrow on the computer screen and have to drag it to the corner to find it.

So, when I'm working with the clay it definitely is important to run the hands and fingers over the piece (somewhat like a blind person.) The fingers can feel an unwanted bump or rough spot and smooth it before it goes into the kiln. (Much easier to do before.... than after.) And, if it is sharp now, it will be sharper later.

The picture is of my oldest grandson wearing my visor. (He thinks it's cool!) He looks cute it in...... I don't!

How to tell you're getting old

     My hubby had an eye appointment today as a follow up to an appointment he had five months ago.  He had a cataract that was being watched and even before today's appointment he had decided to have it removed.  Now, in my opinion, cataracts are something that old people develop.  Maybe that's not true, but that is how I see it.  The doctor agreed that yes it should be done, so he has surgery scheduled for Nov. 4th.   This post is not really about the cataract as a sign of aging though.   

   While he was in the doctor's chair, the assistant called him "honey" twice.  When people you don't know start to call you honey, dear or sweetie, you're old. 

     It gets even worse, the older you get.  They start hugging you.  (That happens to my Dad a lot!)

     Stay away from me and don't call me anything!