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|Posted on June 27, 2014 at 3:10 PM||comments (104)|
A Free Donut
There's a card in my wallet with my name on it. It sits among my credit cards and my Wegman's courtesy card as well as my Barnes & Noble membership. Yet, this little red-as-a-STOP-sign rectangle of plastic bears four mocking letters: AARP.
When I first received it, questions zoomed around in my head. Is this just another example of this Boomer's steady saunter away from the girl I used to be? Does it just compound the fact that nobody seems to be shocked anymore to hear I'm a grandma? Or that clerks in stores the age of my shoes call me ma'am? Or that the fastest thing about me these days is the way my roots need a touch up?
Like everything else that accompanies this aging game, I tend to ponder. And, in regard to this blasted red rectangle I've decided that, no, this doesn't mean I'm ready for my picture to appear on a jar of Smuckers jelly. Nothing against jelly. I'm a fan. Better, I'm at a place in life when I'm smart enough to know that life's magic is in the sweetness of today.
I belong to today. And that AARP card should be green-for-GO and today it got me a free donut with my coffee at Dunkin Donuts. Too many carbs, indeed, and way too much fat. But, oh, just the right amount of jelly.