The Ragin’ Agein’

Once again, I’ve started a post and my thoughts managed to go into a different direction.

I’m procrastinating my shopping post—but my brain was interrupted when I started to think about my upcoming birthday.

I’ll be working on my shopping post for a long time, I fear!

I won’t be 61 anymore. I’ll be 62. And my body is doing weird things to me against my will.

The way others look at aging makes me upset too.

And today, I’m thinking about these changes…

Yeah. It’s one of THOSE “Meh” moments. Just one step above a pity party!

The Ragin’ Agein’

My head of hair was once so thick and lustrous and silky

My mother said she’d  use it to mop the floor t’was filthy

And now with age the hair is sparse and dry and oh so thin

The hairs from atop my head have been replaced upon my chin

My face was smooth and luminous a dewy clear visage

Now I have to prime and paste the makeup to mirage

The wrinkles and the fine lines that the aging process left as signs.

The pricey boar’s hair brush that worked it’s magic and its luck

Has been replaced by tweezers to assist my daily pluck!

But rather than bemoan this loss that’s had me feeling sad,

I found the greatness of the wig and ne’er a hair day bad!

My pasty legs so paper white with popped out veins of blue

Have made me love my fake tan for that glowing sun-kissed hue

And now when I look down where once were pretty shapely ankles

I see two thick’ning little stubs. Oh shit! I’m getting cankles!

When in my younger days, I didn’t need a bra at all,

My titties have expanded and they’ve started their grand fall.

My neck—it used to be a place of quite erotic feelings

And now it’s just a sagging tube of a turkey necked railing

My ass was cute and firm and smooth and oh so nicely round

These days it sags and drags while making unavoidable sound

My tummy lost its muscle and loosely jiggles too.

Perhaps I’m the first woman who could house a kangaroo!

My memory plays mean games on me, it lapses in a flash

But yet I can remember all the words of Crosby Stills and Nash

So, it really isn’t awful and it isn’t much to dread

Because it’s better that I live than that I end up dead!

Nope!  I’m like Jacque Brel. Alive and well but not living in New York.

Yeah. It is.  I think we all get in those “ragin agein’” moods every now and then, but in the end. It’s all good because we are here to experience ageing!

That’s right! I’ll be the cheerleader for the Ragin’ Agein’–saggy titties and all!!!

And how could I not play this great song by Crosby Stills and Nash? Suite Judy Blue Eyes. (I remember every single word!)

 

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About Catherine

Far from perfect, but enjoying life as a non-perfect and flawed individual at 60 years young. I'm still wondering what I'll be when I grow up! The characters in my life's screenplay include my better half. He is a refined Frenchman who grew up in Paris and summered in St. Tropez. I grew up in Long Island and summered in Long Island. I am not refined. My three grown children are also a big part of my life. For their sake, they happily live where their careers have taken them! But I can still mother them from a distance! I write about the mundane. I write about deeply shallow issues. But whatever I write or muse about--it'll always be a bit on the humorous and positive side! It's all good!
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24 Responses to The Ragin’ Agein’

  1. Sonia says:

    nice posts 🙂

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  2. Momcat says:

    Me, I’ll turn sixty two this year ( August) I find my ass is dragging sometimes ( literally and figuratively) still working full time too. But then I look at my parents in their 91st and 92nd years driving around Florida because why sit at home when you can live at risk in the sun ( and freak out your adult children back in Canada because you refuse to carry a cell phone..oh yes, my mom has dementia ) you are right though, aging is better than the alternative. As my Dad says “You got eternity to sleep. Enjoy life!” And he is and so is Mom, she just doesn’t remember……
    Hope I live to be 92 can’t wait to see how my darlin’s deal with their mommy. They’ll be 55 & 50 then, having kids young enough to be my grandchildren does keep me young, some days.

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    • Catherine says:

      Momcat. We think alike. I want to live to be at leat 95 and see how my kids are with their grandkids! I love your dad’s saying–and its so true. My mom had dementia and I worked it to the fullest because every time I spoke with her I told her I was her favorite daughter! XOXOXOXO

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  3. Susie says:

    I turned 63 back in January. Twice since then I’ve accidentally told someone (medical inquisitors) that I was 62, then immediately corrected myself, 62 is a hard habit to break.

    What is with the weird hair stuff as we get older? The part in my hair just gets wider and more “scalp-y” all of the time, and now my eyebrows are just getting all mixed up. The outside ends of them are long gone due to thyroid problems, but I am getting more and more space between my eyebrows and my eyes. I think my whole face must be falling, but my eyebrows have stayed in the same place, except for the strange, long, white, crinkly, terrier-esque brow hairs that are coming in down by the crease of my eye. Maybe I am working on a second set of eyebrows that are down low and white. I hope not.

    I wish you a Happy 62. It’s not so bad. You’ll get used to it, and just when you do, you’ll be 63.

    Thanks for the Crosby, Stills, and Nash, that song takes me back. It sounds as good now as it did when I was a teenager.

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    • Catherine says:

      Hi Susie! Thank you! 62 won’t be any different than 40 except I’ll be 22 years older! The hair thing is the most bizarre of them all. OMG. My eyebrows have those random wiry old man stray hairs. I cannot stand that. I love CSN and CSN & Y. Their music still sounds perfect. Timeless. I gotta go and pluck a hair off my chin now!! XOXOXOXOXO!!!

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  4. Happy 62 to you. I am new to your page and enjoying your blog. Having turned 65 last year I can tell you that I often tell people I am 60 very innocently and have to excuse myself. I still feel younger and if you catch my on saturday night in full getup I could be 50. Enjoy your Life!

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  5. Love this! Made me laugh and I needed to know it’s not just me! love your blog!

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    • Catherine says:

      Carla, it isn’t just you at all–that’s the beauty of ageing..there’s a whole bunch of us going through that. Bonaparte asked me what I want for my birthday and I told him hair. He looked like a deer in the headlights–then I told him I want another wig or topper. He walked away and mumbled something in French!! XOXOXOXO!!!

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  6. calensariel says:

    Whoa! You were on a roll! The only thing I can say is that by the time you hit 66 you sort of go, what the hell… Except for the turkey neck. That’s the one thing I’m really upset about. I didn’t used to think about it much till one day when I was tutoring 2nd grade and one of the boys said to me, “What’s wrong with your neck?” I was horrified! Oh, and the ob/gyn told me it’s a myth if you go without “equipage” your boobs will sage. She said they will sag regardless. So no guilt! I’ve never wanted botox, but I’d consider it for my keister. My flat butt may be great for balance when sitting, but it’s also hard to stay on a chair for a long time! Need some cushioning!

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    • Catherine says:

      Why Lady Calen–you may be onto something. Botox can be rebranded as “Butt-tox” and we can all go and get those needles in our asses!! I’m in on that one! But the turkey neck bothers me the most too. I can deal with everything else but the neck. No. I do not like at all! XOXOXOXO!!!!

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  7. Adrienne says:

    I can relate–it’s quite a ride! Thank you for a much needed laugh. If we didn’t laugh about all this it would be so sad.

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  8. Pasunejeunefille says:

    Happy Birthday Catherine! Make it a great one and keep us laughing.

    Jane

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  9. mareymercy says:

    That poem is hilarious! LOL. All i see when I look at your pics is your great fashion sense and smile – But I do get what you mean. Seeing everything age and change is not for the faint of heart! But it does beat the alternative.

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    • Catherine says:

      Thanks Cynthia. It’s weird the way everything seems to change overnight. I had such youthful hands two years ago. Now my wrists are getting a bit chunky even though I lose weight and they were so youthful!!! XOXOXOXO!!!

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  10. Too funny. We were talking about ageing with my cousin who is 60 He said to me I don’t even fell it. It is all about taking care of yourself the test well I know right. I am not far behind 55 myself. The thing is when you are 60 you know what is coming the dreading 70. Ho! shit. I know right . Nice post have fun on you birthday by drinking champagne that will make you fell better.

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  11. Miss Bougie says:

    Actually, when someone asks you what age you are you should tell them you don’t remember because it changes every Year.
    Joke aside it is hard to realise that your body won’t do what your mind tells it to. We remain, after all, still young at heart. I am a few years behind you and am experiencing some of the things you write about. Hair getting thinner (and I’ve always had hair on the thin side – so imagine!) difficulty keeping my weight and whiskers sprouting over night. Tweezers here we come!
    Also my stamina isn’t what it used to be. A reminder I got during my last trip just this month.
    On the bright side I don’t colour my hair; there are some discrete white strands hidden in there but my dad was completely white only at 70. So I have still some time left. I go to the gym several times a week working with weights and swim my laps to keep my body halfway toned. I am healthy, have a loving husband and two great children. I’m counting my blessings, so all the rest I have to just deal with.
    Love your post. Food for thought. You make me laugh out loud every time!

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  12. JulietC says:

    You make me laugh so much (in agreement) but you also have to be one of the zippiest and most stylish women I have come across (and I mean that in a “I love what you wear and how you wear it” rather than “gosh – how brave, bless” kind of way). 62 years young – if every year on this earth has been producing your kids or loving your family or doing something positive think of each year as that extra bit of polish and then get out and celebrate young lady.

    I have just had “the” hair cut today – been growing out the hair dye and it was getting to look like the seagulls had landed (on me) and I am only 52 and a half, so most of the hair dye has gone and I am now nearly all white, not as bad as I thought but it got me musing on style and what that means. I think that means as we age we have the right to invest more and stop settling for near enough or maybes or it-might-do-at-a-pinch – so what if we have more hair on our chin than our the rest of our head, if young people want to judge or comment – guess what Karma is a b1tch and I reckon she is an older woman…

    rock on friend, you are doing grand

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  13. Deborah I Malinoski says:

    Love the poem, and I’m relating to all the observations. Also very much relating to your approach to them–it sucks but it sure beats the alternative! I have JUST discovered your blog, This is the second entry I have read and I am hooked! How nice to find a lovely, like -minded, pleasant spot to pop into, one with supportive, kind, nice comments—-a breath of fresh air. I WILL be checking back!

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    • Catherine says:

      Hi Deborah! Welcome to the group! I think you will like it here. Everyone is very respectful and helpful and fun in their comments. The poem was so true. So. Very. True. I had to shave my big toe this morning because I wore peep-toe shoes. I never had to shave a toe when I was younger! Those displaced hairs!! Come back and don’t be a stranger!!!! And thank you!! XOXOXOXO!!!

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  14. Yvonne says:

    Love love the song and so happy it is so long. And you will never be “no fun anymore”.

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