Day 105

April 15, 2017 - Take the third line of the last song you heard and make it your post title.

You Can't Be Twenty on Sugar Mountain

This evening, my sister invited me to her home for dinner, it was our Easter Celebration, since everyone has obligations tomorrow, but was free tonight. Remind me later to tell you about the newest member of our family, Miles, who was born in January. He's a keeper!

Anyway, on my drive home, Sugar Mountain was playing on the radio. I've always known this song, Neal released it in 1969 -- if you're counting, that's 48 years ago.

Tonight, I got it. Even though I'm not old, I'm no longer young.

My great nieces and nephews are in their twenties, just beginning their lives. I remember doing that, but I have nothing in common with them, nothing to say that they can relate to. I'm on the outside looking in.

It stung for a few seconds, but I got over it. When I arrived home, Leslie and the wiener kids had arrived a few minutes ahead of me, with new clothes to wear to church tomorrow morning. We had a fashion show, discussed accessories, hair styles, nail polish, etc., and I decided that even though I can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain, being the Mema is a really good head space.