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For me, she shines brightest in a scene that snaps me back to the young woman I used to be, the one who still shows up to remind me how little time I have to become who I am supposed to be. Opera doesn’t do it for me either, and I only went to the ballet once because all the other mothers were taking their daughters to see for Christmas.
Life, she asserts, is what happens in between the beginnings and the endings - in the middle -and in the twinkling of an eye. I resent the aging process and the way it sneaks up on me at the most inopportune times.
, instead of her Sally who had met Harry a decade earlier, around the time I immigrated to the United States. someday,” Sally is barely 30 and sporting a sassy hair cut that in 1989 should have worked with my natural curls. Some are minor - I don’t have sensible hair, and I spend a fortune colouring it and trying to tame it.
Yes, my next chapter could be the stuff of a Nora Ephron rom-com. It gives me no pride to tell you that I subsequently carried in my wallet, for several years - maybe a decade - a page from a glossy magazine that featured Ryan’s many haircuts. Fonts matter in ways they shouldn’t - if I don’t like the lettering on a store sign, I won’t shop there, and Comic Sans on homework assignments forces me to question the teacher’s judgement.
There was a time when, without glasses, I could read the small print on the back of a shampoo bottle (in French and English); now, I spend less time reading than I do searching for one of the pairs of cheap reading glasses I bought at the carwash or found on a desk, forgotten by some other woman in the same predicament.
My hearing isn’t what it used to be either, which I would rather blame on my attendance at concerts over the past 40 years than on something as graceless as aging. I can tell you what I wore and with which handbag on June 5th 1984, but not where I’m supposed to be tomorrow evening.
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