I recently had one of those stupid decade-marking birthdays.
I’m mostly okay with aging – I’m not fighting it with dyes or potions or knives – but I miss my younger self, rather my younger ache-free self.
On this particular birthday, we went for ice cream and the teen behind the counter flirted heavily with N, but called me “ma’am”* very pointedly and twice – normally I’d address that with amusement and mild contempt for the youth of today, but it stung a bit this time. And on that day I also accepted the fact that my knee had gone to hell and wasn’t coming back any time soon.
So it’s a couple of weeks later, and I’ve been banned from hiking, stairs, ladders, and hills (we live on a hill for christsakes). I’m bummed and it’s slowed down the progress on the house and curtailed my typical summertime activities. Another downer is Italia going out of the World Cup. I’m not much of a sports fan, but I can commit to something that only happens every few years. In order for us to watch the matches though, we had to buy cable TV. I hate it. I thought we’d try to get our money’s worth and tried out a few of the channels with those ghastly home flipping/shopping/designing shows and in the end, I just want to forget it all happened…
I know the people on TV aren’t quite real, but those houses do exist, and the dumpsters of utterly wasted materials are very real too. Granted, tragically awful aesthetics and very broken things need to be addressed, but walls being knocked out for mega-refrigerators and perfectly fine stone and ceramic being smashed and tossed rather than extracted for re-use, or left in place makes me want to vomit.
Stone is ripped out of the earth and shouldn’t be a trend.
It should be banned altogether or require some sort of hoop jumping to get it, but not in an exclusive sense to make it more in demand.
We recently stayed in another fine old hotel, and I was happy to find that they retained the possibly original pink marble floor. The rest of the bathroom was done up in the latest trend – including a clashing granite sink top cut in a stupid shape for the stupid sink, but the floor was just lovely because of its age and it came from the days things stuck around a bit longer.
I’m thrilled we can cancel the TV now (but the World Cup also offered up some premium knitting time).
*We don’t live in the south or within a community where ma’am is a sign of respect – here it’s hurled at no-longer-young ladyfolk in sneering tones…
Don’t get me started on Mrs…