I’m finding myself oddly drawn to movies about old people. Especially ones where they’re having fun. The latest one that’s caught my eye is Finding Your Feet.
Here’s the trailer – I hadn’t watched this one before, it’s a bit gooby. But I’m still curious because the storyline kinda resonates.
Well, except I’m not a Lady … or a lady.
I’m wondering if my desire to watch old people stories is a subconscious way of acknowledging that I am, in fact, becoming an old person.
I like the idea that the fun continues for at least a few decades.
There’s this weird terror inside me that when I hit 60 … and DD is 65 … we’ll become terribly dull and just read the paper and drink cups of tea and go to bed early for totally G rated reasons.
I prefer the Finding Your Feet version.
It seems like just yesterday that I was finding my feet as a young adult, fresh out of my childhood home. Lots of “memories” from five years ago have been popping up in my Facebook feed from five years ago, when I posted old pics taken at parties and gatherings in my 20s. I’d tag a new person who appeared in them each day.
This week, a former workmate reshared the photo of themselves and noted “How young we were!” Then we both started gibbering about how terrified we were of the big 5-0. Another former workmate assured us in the comments that “50 is the new 30!”
I don’t feel 50. Well, except when my possible arthritis (probable just garden variety failing body) plays up in my chicken injury and it takes a moment before I can straighten up when I stand after sitting in my work chair too long.
Oh, and then there’s the groaning that accompanies it.
Do you groan when you get out of a chair?
I wonder when I started doing that?
There’s nothing geriatric about my weekend, mind you. I’m off to watch a gig in Newtown tonight. And then it’s a freewheeling, kid-free two days sans my house, as I’ve lent it to my Newcastle friend Megz so she has somewhere to stay while her daughter attends a swimming competition.
Who knows what I’ll get up to? But I plan on making the most of it.
How’s your weekend shaping up?
Song of the day: John Mellencamp “Cherry Bomb”