Yesterday, when I went to pick up my car at the tire place, the very nice young man who was checking me out ("You have roadside assistance with these, and you should get them rotated every 3-5 months") said, after I had paid, "So, you going back to work now? Or do you have some grandkids to visit?"
Uh, no, and maybe, but how rude of you to say so, very nice young man, so friendly, polite, and all noticing-my-age-up-in-my-face.
Fine, I look like a grandmother to a twenty year old. I am a grandmother. So be it. Not that it bugs me or anything. Am I vain? Very well, I am vain.
And then, today, after an insomnia episode again last night (unrelated, I'm pretty sure, to the "you look like a grandmother" shivaree), I kind of feel vertiginous. You know, my head's a little spinny. I think I'm due for the rest cure, but not in a place with yellow wallpaper. Maybe a place with lots of water, a museum, and good shopping. Like Seattle.