When Did I Get Old?

This morning I woke up a little before 7am, just like clockwork.  No alarm needed.  I got out of bed, let the dogs out, opened up the chicken coop and made my way back into bed.  It’s Sunday.  I wanted to sleep in.  I should have known better.  After an hour of laying in bed watching the morning news, I decided going back to sleep wasn’t going to happen.  So, I got up, made my bed and headed straight for the coffee pot. 

As I waited for my coffee to brew, I reached up into my medicine cabinet and took my multivitamin.  After I enjoyed my morning brew, I got dressed and headed to the gym.  80 minutes later (today was cardio day) I headed back home.  When I got home it was time to take my daily pill.  I reached back into the medicine cabinet.  I started prepping dinner, had some chicken chores outside to take care of, vacuumed and dusted the house.  At this point it was only 1pm.  I figured with nothing left on my agenda, I’d jump in the shower.  I headed to the bathroom to take a shower when halfway there I remembered that I have a lumbar injection tomorrow morning.  At that point I smiled.  Then laughed out loud.  It was also when I realized – I’m a 60-year-old woman.  When did this happen? 

Let me take you back to Friday.  Friday, my dad and I went to a Morehead City Marlins game.  It was a father-daughter date night.  On the way to the field dad told me he tried looking up someone on Facebook and he said, “They must not be a Facebook user.”  I replied back, “Yeah, this younger generation doesn’t really use Facebook.  They are more of Snapchat and Instagram users.”  My dad started laughing and repeated my, “This younger generation” in a mocking way.  Laughing, I looked at him and said, “Seriously, dad, I can admit I am not young anymore.  But my generation is probably the last that uses Facebook for social media and connections.” 

Fast forward 15 minutes when we pulled into the Michael’s parking lot.  I needed something from inside.  Dad turned off the truck and followed me in.  I went straight to the yarn aisle.  I was there no more than 3 minutes when I hear my dad yelling, “Hey old lady, hurry up and pick out your yarn.”

Well, there you go ladies and gentlemen:  My 65-year-old dad called me old.  And he got quite the kick out of it. 

Then, on Saturday, while I was at a friend’s house, her daughter wanted to show me the redecorating she was doing in her room.  We went up to her room and asked my opinion on a few things.  She sleeps on a twin bed and was trying to figure out what to do when she had guests sleep over.  As I was giving her some ideas, she looked at her loveseat, chair and ottoman she got from me a few months back and said, “Or they could just sleep here.”  The look I gave her must have warranted an explanation because she just stared at me when I finally replied, “Well, you are young.  Young people can sleep anywhere.  But there is no way I would be comfortable there.  My back would be killing me.”  After that comment I had to laugh at myself.  “Wow.  I just said that.  I’m old!”

So here I am.  35 years old.  I take daily multivitamins.  I workout every day despite chronic back problems.  And for this I purchased a $3,000 Tempur-Pedic mattress 3 years ago and receive regular injections in my back.  I go to bed around 9pm every night.  And I’ve recently started crocheting.  Personally, I think I am trendy, hip and fashionable.  But I’ve come to discover, if you call yourself “hip” you are probably old. 

Hi.  My name’s Anne.  I’m not as young as I used to be.  When did this happen?

Family, Beer and Baseball

Landon pitching during fall ball season

Believe it or not, there was a time when I would see a baseball game on the television and think to myself, “OMG, how boring.” Many years ago, I was even asked to go to a Major League Baseball game and I declined because I didn’t want to sit in the stands and be bored. I mean, come on, there is like ZERO action. Or, so I thought.

Thanks to Landon, I was able to stop that idiotic thinking of baseball being a boring sport and I actually began to not only understand, but love the game.

Landon played baseball for 7 seasons. I watched him grow from T-ball to Babe Ruth. We even traveled all the way up to Aberdeen, Maryland, for the Cal Ripken Baseball Camp one summer. We’ve gone to many Washington Nationals games and we’ve even seen the Aberdeen Ironbirds (Short-Season classification affiliate team for the Baltimore Orioles) and the Myrtle Beach Pelicans (Class A – Advanced affiliate team for the Chicago Cubs). After a good run, Landon decided he didn’t want to play anymore, and that was OK.

Summer of 2016, our first Morehead City Marlins game.

The summer of 2018 I became a host family for the Morehead City Marlins. Even though Landon wasn’t playing, we still had a summer filled with baseball (and obviously beer). But better yet, we also walked away from that summer experience with a new family. And if you’ve never had a baseball family before, you don’t know what you’re missing.

Anne, Dawson, Landon

Well, here we are, with the start of the 2019 season for the Morehead City Marlins just days away, Landon and I have opened up our house again for the second year. But this year, we are hosting two players. Due to the devastation of Hurricane Florence this past September, Eastern North Carolina is still trying to pick up the pieces. Many host families were unable to help out this year. We knew it would be tight, but we would make it work. So, this week we’re welcoming Ryan and Connor to the family.

So, if you’re in the area this summer, come join us at the Big Rock Stadium for some baseball and beer. And before you know it, you just might become family.