Excuse Moi? Evidence of Getting Older

I've had some "Excuse Moi" evidence of getting older these last few days-

My knees have become very accurate barometers of changes in humidity and weather. While the rest of my body enjoys gardening, my knees and lower back do not.

I can't spend two days on an airplane to spend two days in the Midwest for my 30th high school reunion. It's not a question of $$, but a more precious commodity, Time. When I was younger, it was typically the opposite, more time, less dough. Ah, wouldn't a private jet be nice for these little excursions?

My friend just called me to join her for lunch at our community pool and play "Canasta". First of all, what the heck is Canasta? A card game of some sort, right? Like Pinochle, another card game I've never played. People still play cards besides Texas Hold Em?? Next thing you know, I will be getting calls for rides to the Bingo Hall and Early Bird specials.

Any Grown up moments for you lately? Merci Beaucoup. A Bientot. (Talking about my reunion makes me want to practice my high school French. xx)