Imagine Tigger on Ice Skates

I am looking for the line.  That line that all adults seem to cross where they turn from hip, risk takers who love to attend concerts, into cranky anxious people who keep telling you to turn the music down.  There’s gotta be a line, right? Or actually, a thick border, I’m thinking, because I doubt this happens over night.  We all know those adults, right, the ones who seem to be mired in the last century?  They surely weren’t born that way.  So, at what exact point did they decide to step to the right on the moving sidewalk of life and let everyone else run past?

I am on the lookout because I seem to remember from my youth observing a lot of people in this particular decade of age-itude who had crossed over to the dark side.  So I am wary of doing the same.  Is it my refusal to participate in Facebook that marks the beginning of the end?  Or the fact that I switch my radio to NPR whenever my daughter isn’t in the car?

Although I am actually trying to stay on the youthful side of the line, I am suddenly aware of people who are ready to push me over anyway.  The surprised pause in the conversation when I quote the lyrics of a Top 20 song gives them away.  So do the raised eyebrows when I wear a skirt that doesn’t cover my knees.

The biggest threat, though, seems to be coming from within.  My own body seems to be ready to betray me.  I love to try new things, and I finally have enough self confidence at  42 to actually try them.  For example, I never ice skated as a child, but tried it a few years ago with my daughter.  I loved it. I took her yesterday, and I was so touched that she still wasn’t embarrassed about me skating with her that I skated almost the entire time.  And now, my body is letting me know that it does not approve of such unbecoming behavior from an adult.  My muscles ache and I’m still exhausted 24 hours later.  My daughter, on the other hand, went skating again today, and is currently turning cartwheels in the living room.  The kid makes Tigger look he should be put in a nursing home.

We’re taking our daughter to a Maroon 5/Train/Matt Nathanson concert in a month.  Not exactly cutting edge music, but it’s not Garrison Keillor, either.  It’s her first “real” concert;  she can’t wait.  I’m actually more concerned that the music isn’t too loud for her, since she held her hands over her ears during two hours of Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

She was excited to learn that we get to sit in the grass, thinking that we bought those tickets for the better ambiance, rather than the relative cheapness.  I’m wondering if we should have sprung for some chairs – you know, because my creaky old body might have a hard time getting vertical again after sitting for two hours on the ground.

I’m kind of beginning to think I’ve already crossed the line.

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Posted on August 14, 2011, in Aging and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Oh, my gosh! You sound like someone I would like. 🙂 And the concert sounds great to me! I have music from all those artists on my iPod.

    But I am nearing that line. For me, it’s my ears (probably blown out from too many rock concerts and too much listening to music on loud headphones). I’m having trouble sorting out conversation from ambient sound, so I find myself asking my daughter to turn down the music.

    As far as concerts, though, I’m still going. I just don’t try to talk during them.

    • I haven’t hit the hearing problems, yet. In fact, I seem to be the only one in our family who can hear. Our dinner table conversations revolve around my translations for my husband, daughter, and mother-in-law of everyone’s random topics.

  2. Since it IS my birthday week, I love this post and must repost it. My kids and I literally argued over whose version of “Don’t Stop Believin” is better – Journey or Glee. No contest, as far as I’m concerned…does that put me over the line? Or does it just mean I have better taste in music?

  3. I love that you have a birthday WEEK! I’m trying to get people to forget the day altogether! And, yes, I think it means you have better taste in music. Although I like Glee, no one compares to Journey.

  4. Maybe the line is crossed when one recognizes the name: Garrison Keillor? This post is hilarious and easy to relate to, even from my angle at 32 and without any kids of my own, yet. I like to think, instead of a line, balance can be found…maybe like hop-scotch and you jump in and out of cool. Sounds like you are finding that…at least you can still say you attend concerts (I would need ear plugs). And your sporty side, yes, very hip!

    Cheers, Q blogs.

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