This year I celebrate the tenth anniversary of my 30th birthday. And though the dreaded Forty is still several months off, I’m ok with the fact that it’s several months off. The problem is, that it’s not staying where is suppose to be. It keeps sneaking up behind me and spoiling the surprise. And I’m quite certain, by the evidence of the amount of fiber that I’ve had to ingest in the last few weeks, that Fifty has joined forces with Forty to make my life as annoying as possible. I think I’ve even heard Sixty skulking in the corners laughing his ass off as my predicament.
But now Forty has put the annoying poking on hold, and walked right up to me, curtsied and then slapped me across the face. How do I know this? I had to get reading glasses. There is now more “granny” in my square than there ever has been before. You know what? I’m ok with it. By embracing assisted eyesight living, I don’t have to worry so much about missing a stitch…or five. No more working with smooth fingering weight yarn thinking that it’s a bulky weight wool.
No, I’m ok with my newly-found friend Forty. Maybe now Fifty and Sixty will go out drinking for a couple of decades and leave me alone.
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