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Photo Friday: When I Was Old

This year CeCe confessed that she realized I was old, when I turned 47.

I couldn’t find a picture from that year.  That was the year my second grandchild was born; the year Wrestler #2 got married, and the year Dad died.  Perhaps I was old that year.

Here’s what I looked like five years after CeCe declared (in her own head) that I was old.

Here I am now with my friend and hair-stylist, Renee.  Yes, I am going to tell you about her.  I just back-burnered it until after NaPoWriMo.  She too much for a poem.


From the inside out, I still feel a lot more like this:

Adela, 6th gradeThat my neighbor, Cathy, In the background.  Now she doesn’t seem as much younger than me as she did back then.  We still keep in touch.

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  1. Helene Cohen Bludman Helene Cohen Bludman

    Well, I have met you in person and you do NOT look old to me!

    • Adela Adela

      Thanks Helene. My daughter has one more year left in her 30s. She was remembering the first time she though I was old. She did qualify that she doesn’t think I’m old now. It’s funny how fast the years go by. When you’re looking at yourself from the inside out, you never age.

  2. I don’t know. Not that I’m pulling your leg or anything but if this photo is 5 years after turning 47, you definitely don’t look your age. What’s the secret?
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    • Adela Adela

      No secret, Lux. I do remember in my teens that an allergy doctor told my mom that I’d be happy to have my skin when I get older. Sure wasn’t happy then!

      I didn’t mean this post as a way to get compliments. I just think it’s funny that that was when she first thought I was old.

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