So...

So, I was at the dog park and this young woman had holes (presumably fashionable) all over her jeans.  I was going to post something snarky and then realized a voice in my head was screaming, “Get off my lawn!”

#SeniorReality

It brought to mind that I moved in with my Aunt and Uncle after my parents died when I was a kid.  My Aunt’s mother lived with us.  I remember having ripped up jeans (earned not bought) and my Aunt’s mom would constantly patch them which I thought was so “uncool.”

Being from a different era, she thought, “Where I come from, we patch holes. “

There’s a life lesson there.