I thought of how one hundred years ago, most folks wouldn't dream of traveling from my point A to my point B in just one day, especially because the area was thickly wooded, with small homesteads carved out of the forest, with dirt roads often up to the axles in mud, especially at this time of year. Even fifty years ago, such a trek would have taken several hours, not 45 minutes. What was I complaining about?
"Women should grow old gracefully," I would say. "Wrinkles are a sign of hard-won wisdom and a life of trials overcome and joys embraced. They should be proud of their battle scars." Anti-aging creams and serums? Pah! Age-defying cosmetics? Overblown. Skin peeling, collagen injections, eyeliner tattoos? Puh-lease!
Today, after I got home from work, I decided that I really needed to go and see Marjorie because, due to my starting my new job and a trip up to College Station for Lynda's baby shower, it had been the better part of a week since we had last visited her. Today being Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, Dallas was off work, so we gave in to my niggling conscience and headed out to see Marjorie. We didn't get very far.