Little Old Ladies - LOL!

When someone holds the door open for me, or speeds up a bit to make that kind gesture, I always smile (if masked, I AM smiling) and say thank you, sometimes repeating it to make sure my appreciation is heard. I’m off the hook for recalling names in such instances since the aim is not to block a doorway. Back in the car and on the go again.

Driving seems to open the gates wide to random thoughts. There is a particular peculiar one that is popping up more often. Am I the recipient of kind, helpful gestures because I am now an lol - little old lady?

I don’t FEEL like one yet. The image of what I will be when I am one keeps changing. Certainly I am older, and it’s getting tiresome camouflaging some of the evidence. When I was a child, there were trademarks I noticed. I would never wear THOSE shoes when I got old. I have a bit more sense now, and think of comfort and safety, but I haven’t seen any of THOSE shoes in forever. And the dresses. I was not going to own any of those dresses that swooshed. These days we don’t wear ANY kind of dress often enough. Whatever that perfume was, I wouldn’t own any. To combat that, I decided to switch it up...not stick to one. And those cords that attach to glasses to keep them handy. I had to cave and resort to using one, for a while. Cheaper than buying more glasses.

Now I need my glasses all the time, so no need for sparkly cords. Perhaps it’s all relative. I may be inviting the ‘lol’ title by continuing to wear tie-dyed clothing, my worn-out jeans and comfy tennis shoes. Maybe the trademarks of little old ladies have changed, and I am there and clueless. LOL!