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You Know You’re Getting Older When…

My husband and I drive a 2005, two-doored, GMC Jimmy.

We bought this used car because it had a trailer hitcher and 4-wheel drive, anticipating our move, “way up north.”

I have to say that this is one of the most frustrating and uncomfortable vehicles that I’ve ever been in, especially when I’m the passenger in the front seat and there is no room for my legs and/or when I’m trying to dump my body into the back seat, trying to squeeze through the front passenger door. (not designed for anyone over the age of ten to attempt) This summer has been particularly lovely since the air conditioning is no longer cooperating. My husband keeps an electric pump in the trunk because about once a week, three of the four tires lose air pressure. On the plus side, this vehicle will go through deeper snow than SUVs (maybe once a year) and it can pull our boat out of the water.

Our plan is to drive this vehicle into its grave.

Last week, I was driving a young boy home from a tutoring session in the Jimmy.

He was hot and started looking for the power windows.

We don’t have power windows.

“How do you open the window?”

“Just roll it down.”

“With what?”

“With the crank.”

He just stared at me.

“Diane, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

I have to admit that I felt a tinge of impatience but then it suddenly hit me  – he had absolutely no idea how to use a window crank.

What a sobering moment for me.

I pointed to the crank and he cautiously grabbed onto it. He began to open the window, exclaiming, “This is so cool!”

He played with the crank all the way home.

This boy had never experienced a roll down window. He was looking for a button, not a crank.

I guess it’s not that surprising, considering he was only eight years old. What’s surprising is the fact that I hadn’t realized how much has changed throughout the span of my life.

Kinda’ stopped me in my tracks.

I’m definitely getting older.

Can you remember a moment when this reality really hit you?















  1. Anne Loewen

    Yes – when the gas station attendant calls you Ma’am and you’re only 21. Yes – when your doctor is younger than you and you’re only 26 at the time.

    • Diane (Author)

      Yup. Great examples. They happen way too often, don’t they, Anne? 🙂

  2. I love this, Diane. Reminds me of the time when, a few years after the accident, I went into a computer store and asked for a box of floppy disks. The young man stared at me for a long time before informing me, as you would a child, “They don’t sell those any more.”

    • Diane (Author)

      I totally get it, Cynthia. I have my own embarrassing and very age- revealing, “floppy disk” story too! Thanks for sharing! 🙂

  3. Julianne

    I remember years ago Kip picking up an LP and asking how he “could play this CD!” Ha!” The things we take for granted…

    • Diane (Author)

      Exactly! 🙂

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