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Mama Deb
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I'm *old*

I'm waiting for the shower so I can change into my simcha suit and go to a wedding.

This wedding is a bit of a milestone - it's the first one we've attended because we're friends of the parents, as opposed to a relative or friends of one or both of the bridal couple. Granted, Dovid and Kayla are quite a few years older than we are - they're grandparents - but this is going to be the first of, we hope, many.

That and my right hip hurts after pakua. It's been doing that a lot lately.

And I'm wearing sensible, laced shoes with the suit because I have bad feet - but I've had bad feet since college, so it's not a sign of age.

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I'm old, too. I ran into a woman that I was in Girl Scouts with when I was 9, and she was proudly holding her grandchild. YIPES.

For the joint aches - I find that etodolac and tramadol are my wonder drugs. They relieve the pain, but I can still function and feel reasonably clear-headed and smart.

I reached the 'going to weddings for the parents' stage a few years ago. I just had another 'getting old' moment last week, though. Someone told me he'd just been to Australia for a nephew's bar mitzvah, and I realised that I (vaguely) remember my parents throwing a sheva brachot for the boy's grandparents. I must have been 4 or 5 at the time, but still.