Today, when I drove up to the pay-booth of the underground parking garage at the supermarket, the lass at the desk said, ‘Oo, Aunty so strong, lah. Old age, still drive everywhere!”
Ok, so that will teach me to leave the house without make up and with my hair desperately in need of a hairdresser…
Actually I started to laugh and drove into the carpark, giggling nonstop, wondering what she would have said if she could have seen me two weeks back, with a backpack containing everything I needed for three days, trekking my way through the Mulu National Park in a pair of worn out shoes with the uppers no longer attached to the soles.
I can actually tell you what she would have thought. She would have thought I was crazy. In traditional Asian eyes, old people are expected to stay home and look after the grandkids, and adjective “old” starts to get prefixed to any noun designating you at around 55.
Hmm, is that why elder daughter has asked me to come to Charlottesville and look after grandson during the summer closing of the daycare centre?