Not a Grey Hair in Sight

Putting my foot in it

Written in response to the Daily word-prompt ‘Fortune

I never wanted to reach any of these milestones so why should I accept it now?

When I was in my forties I was still having children, so being forty didn’t bother me, I was still enjoying the child bearing age,  though even then I had friends with greying hair.  However, any age number over  fifty, seemed really old and I had no ambition to be that old, though maybe one day I might be proudly bragging “Do you know how old I am?”

A friend asked “Why haven’t you got a bus pass? You can travel for free out of Rush hour!”

I can imagine my daughters answering that one with “She doesn’t need a bus pass because she never goes anywhere!” It also reminds me of the time I mentioned to my hubby that I was thinking of buying a Sat Nav. His response was “What? Why do you want to do that? You already know your way to the shops, the hair dressers and school!”

Well, occasionally I do go to places other than Marks and Spencer, but, like I told my friend I don’t want a bus pass. She seemed incredulous at this, “You don’t want to travel for free?”

No I don’t, I want to continue to drive my car and park it in a car park even though I’m not actually very good at it. Having a bus pass would mean finally accepting that I’m old.

I refused to buy an old ladies’ car, I didn’t want little, I wanted big I bought myself a White  4X4.

The Jehovah’s Witness lady came by yesterday, I quite like her and enjoy having a chat and sometimes I even read the magazines she thrusts into my hands, there are some interesting articles that make me stop and think, food for thought etc. I’m not a Jehovah’s Witness and have no intention of becoming one. I’m C of E, the Church of England, but I don’t think I’m very good at it, not any more.

The Jehovah’s Witness lady always asks how I am and seems genuinely concerned for my welfare and has been since the hubby died. She used to stand on the doorstep and chat to the hubby and he never seemed to mind, which quite frankly was a little out of character for him. Now I’m the one who chats on the doorstep and I don’t mind either, although yesterday I put my foot in it.

Handing me the magazine, the very nice Jehovah’s Witness lady remarked how much my hair had grown since she last saw me. “Yes” I replied, “I’m trying very hard not to end up looking like one of these grey short-haired granny types.” It was then that I realised that her companion was indeed a grey haired granny type and sporting the short hairstyle I was keen to avoid!

I think I may have been labelled a vain woman, a lost cause which is probably true, after all I am very fortunate not have a single grey hair poking through the blonde! Celebrating old lady

The dictionary definition of Grey – ‘Hoary’ which actually defines as old and stale from overuse! Old, Older, Aged, Dreary, Depressing. I rest my case!

PS. Just to clarify, the hubby was in fact extremely sociable, but he never had much time for anyone pushing religion at him, other than his own of course.

19 thoughts on “Not a Grey Hair in Sight

  1. No Sue, you are not old at all.
    Age is just a number, it’s the age of mind that matters 🙂
    And as you are writing on the basis of daily prompt, why don’t you link the pingback of dailypost with your post?

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  2. Oh dear, I’m going to sound goody-goody again. I have a bus pass, and I use it often. It saves using fossil fuels, it demonstrates to the bus company that the bus service is still widely used, and it saves cluttering up the town centre with even more car parks. I can relax and read on the bus, or enjoy the view, and save a little money into the bargain. What’s not to like? I doubt if anyone judges me on whether I’m past-my-best on the basis of whether I have a bus pass or not, and if they do, I don’t care. I know how I feel.

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    1. You don’t sound Goody-Goody Margaret, I think I’m the odd one out. I’m also a bit lazy. It’s a mile to the bus stop into town. My son is without a car at the moment and he too is enjoying travelling on the bus, far more relaxing.

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      1. I know it can be quite an effort. We only have four busses a day into town, and none on winter Sundays. So my deeds aren’t always as high and mighty as I’d like.

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  3. Oh Sue, what a refreshingly honest post! I’m nearing my 36th birthday and just yesterday, I was whining to my husband about how old I’ll be! And he said, well, 36 is the new 26 🙂 which is so true for all ages these days, don’t you think?

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    1. Yes Hema, I think you’re spot on. But like you for those of us with another birthday looming ( or just gone) the next age is always just too big. Thank you for enjoying the post.

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  4. gc

    Well Sue..you did not open a can of worms or a Pandora’s Box with this article.

    It is a refreshing article that states you are proud of your individuality and freedom — to drive yourself about or get that much coveted bus pass ( A ticket to ride!).

    That much touted bus pass means that you are subject to the whims and impositions of your fellow bus travellers who at times can become wild, wooly and over bearing.

    When I first started working I did not have a car and was forced to use the bus system. It was a nightmare. People boarding the bus at times are nice but at other times are slobs. They squish you in the corer of your seat, they are loud and boorish. One man ate a submarine sandwich loaded with onions. That by itself is alright…but at 6:30 a.m. in the morning.

    There is also the imposition of being dependent on the bus schedule. Many times the bus operators are spot on time and then there is no problem. Other times they are too early and as a passenger you have to wait for the next available bus ….. if there IS a next available bus.

    As to the grey hair portion of your tale. I too do not have the mark of aging: greying hair. I accept it as a fact of life and wear it proudly. Feeling good inside about yourself does not depend on a number. Those things are good for lotteries and the like. Me I am in my own skin and the age number be damned. 🙂

    If you “stepped in it” well just pull your foot from the mess, apologize if necessary and then just go on. No one is perfect and we all make mistakes.

    Hope this helped to clarify the fact that we are all the same and that grey hair does not mean you should rush out and buy a granny dress and button topped shoes.

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    1. You haven’t seen my shoes!

      I like your reply Gerry, thank you.
      I enjoy driving and I’m not In any hurry to give it up and would choose every time to be the driver. I have friends who won’t even drive into the city let alone a motorway. The older they become the worse they are. I take delight and satisfaction in being the capable one (mostly) Giving it up in favour of a bus pass would be like another nail in the coffin as it were, almost like giving in.
      As for grey hair, I don’t have any, but if I had I would hide it and I think that’s the feminine vain side, the one that wants to stay looking young. Well, as much as that is physically possible without help. The face I can assist with makeup As for the body I’ll just have to accept it’s getting old!

      I didn’t apologise, I stood there and pretended I didn’t say that!

      Thank you Gerry 😀

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