A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
My parents bought me the coolest sweater when I was in high school. It has music symbols on it and in all my travels as a music teacher I have never seen another one like it.
I wear it as my main coat every winter since in Texas it is never really cold. I don’t think much about it unless someone mentions it.
For instance, the checker at Walmart last week said, “I like your sweater.”
I told her thank you and mentioned that I’ve had it a long time.
She then said, “I really like vintage clothing.” I wasn’t sure whether to be offended. Then she went on to say, “I love going into my grandmother’s closet. It is like a thrift store.”
I had no response.
This morning one of my first grade students walked up to me and said, “Why is your hair white right there?” and pointed to my streak of gray hair.
I told her I had earned those white hairs by growing older. It must have sounded appealing because she then turned around and said, “I have white hair back here.”
I love children. They keep me young – or make me feel old as the case may be.
Most days I don’t even thing about how old I am. I’m just glad to be able to do whatever needs to be done – wrangling chickens, dogs or children :-)
As for Walmart – it is closing so I won’t be going back. Another checker at another store will have the privilege of commenting on my wonderful sweater.
Dear Chicken Wrangler,
If it is true that you are only as old as you feel, some days you’ll feel like you are 105, other days as giddy as a teenager. It all rounds out to which you like best. We all know those who prefer the old approach. I like to be around those who will always be young and excited about life.
Just don’t go back to that Walmart.
I (Chicken Wrangler Sara) usually don’t even think about my age. I’m just glad to be able to do what needs to be done – wrangling chickens, dogs or children :-)
As for Walmart – that store is closing so I won’t be going back. Another checker at another store will get the privilege of commenting on my wonderful sweater.