I came home from work today tired and a bit cranky because I'm not particularly happy with my new assignment. After I unlocked the front door, I checked my mailbox and glanced at the return addresses to see what fresh hell was afoot. There was mostly stuff for the trash can and one letter that left me a bit confused and I muttered, "Ohio Department of Aging . . . What the hell?" as I dropped my purse and my work bag. As I doffed my jacket it hit me and I suddenly knew what that letter was about. (Expletive deleted!) I didn't even have to open the envelope to know what it was but I opened the damned thing anyway.
It was my Golden Buckeye Card. (Kay rolls her eyes.) You might, gentle bloggers, ask what that is if you're not an Ohioan so I'll tell you. It's a card the State of Ohio came up with for elder Ohioans who have reached his/her 60th birthday. It was an ugly reminder that next month I shall reach that age. It makes one a card-carrying elder. I've been trying mightily to forget that. My friend Sharon and I decided several years ago when she was about to turn 60 that we were simply going to stay 59 because we were just not that kind of gal. It didn't work. Now I can say when someone tells me I don't look 60, "Wanna see my Golden Buckeye Card?
The card is really rather handy as it provides discounts on all sorts of goods and services at participating restaurants, retail stores. gyms, theaters, hairdressers and the list goes on . . . It even provides discounts on prescriptions! Most places give one a 10% discount but some give a larger one. When I called AT&T tonight to pay my bill, I asked if they honored Golden Buckeye Cards. No such luck.
My young neighbor Emily (daughter of one of my oldest friends) came by with her toddler to borrow a couple video tapes tonight and roared with laughter when I showed her my card. I told her to get over my knee and she laughed even harder. I felt like Rodney Dangerfield -- no respect whatsoever.
I decided the best thing I could do was come a-runnin' to the blogosphere and vent soooooooo here I am!
On the one hand, I really don't mind getting old -- most of the time I'm happier with myself than I've ever been in my decades on the planet so, for me, aging has been good. On the other hand I resent the Ohio Department of aging reminding me.
Am I being silly? Probably. Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional so I guess I'll just keep on the same path and go where it takes me. Want to come along?