You’re The Old Lady

My standard answer whenever someone asks me how I’m doing is, “Not bad for an old lady.” Some people nod and agree with me, others tell me I’m not old, and others ask me how old I actually am. When I say I’m 82 I’ve been told I don’t look my age often enough I’m beginning to believe my own publicity.

We had a service of Lessons and Carols today at Resurrection, with a guest organist whom I remembered from the last time he played for us – Easter, I think. We’d had a version of the above conversation, and I had told him my skin care routine. Cold cream twice, and wash with Noxzema.

When I shook his hand and told him it was good to see him again, he took a moment to place me, and then his face lit up. “I remember you! You’re the really old lady!”

Thanks a heap, kiddo, but I guess to a 25-year-old – if that – I guess somebody my age is really old.