What, for you, has been the best thing about getting older?

Hey there, Nancy!   I think I was 50 when I realized that World would going on turning whether I made an appearance or not.  It was the year I got a divorce and the year I re-invented myself.  I went back to school, got a real job and my own place.  I learned to become more of a person in my own right and less of a wife/mother caretaker type.  By Ned, I have been at it ever since and couldn't have enjoyed myself more!  Thanks so much for dropping in and I love to see you smile!

Hi, Matija, how you doin'?  I'm still working on finding the source of that Cherokee legend for you.  I keep getting side-tracked into other legends and spend my time reading them and saying, “Ooooh….Aahh,  wow! 
   You  are relatively young, me at 57 looking back at 22, but some how I sense you have a very old soul in your body.  I find that you speak with a wisdom beyond your years,  and for you to realize how essential a certain detachment becomes is pretty rare in a person your age and will serve you well in your career.  Once you can look past the drama to see the facts of matter, why, you're almost there!  Thanks for the visit and I'll be getting back to you about Etowah.  One thing I did discover is that Etowah is supposedly an avatar of Jesus the Christ.

Hi, Laurie, well, there's a lot to be said about a day well spent, my back hurts,  I'm hungry again, that book sure looks good and even though the day only lasted for about what seemed an hour and a half, I sure am ready to give it up.  Now does that sound mature to you or just whiny?  More whiny I think, LOL!  Funny you don't feel the day until you stop and I haven't really stopped yet, just taking a break.  My little ball of bee's wax has been on a roll and like you, I'm glad for it.  I haven't found the time to be bored yet and I know you haven't either.  I'm glad you liked the photo, one of our rare sunny October days.

Janie, you Gooseberry!  You have just cracked me up again!  Get that banana out of your ear before you fall down and put your eye out!  If we ever get stuck away in an old folks home for incorrigible “mature” ladies, say in about 25  or 30 odd years from now, I want my room to be next to yours.  We'll take the car keys and head off to Mexico for a spell, and plan our next trip on the way back.  Even if we do have to climb out the window!

Hi, Jeannie, no bee's in my bonnet, please!  Well, if life wasn't going to come to me, I was darn well going to find out what was happening that I might be missing.  Once I got my head out of my behind and saw the daylight that is.  Thanks, Jeannie, I really do like that photograph of you.

My Blessed Word!!  Poor Len!  I hope he has the good sense to keep his mouth shut and pretend he's sleeping, sounds like he's not the only grizzly in the house.  If you were to slap him that hard it might pop his eye out and then where would you be?  People would naturally think he had been running with a sharp stick in his hand and he would have to confess, “Nope, my wife, the healer lady, did that to me when I said, Ow, Laurie that hurts!  Yessir, put my eye right out for me, there in the office.”   Well, that's going to get Len tons of sympathy but I can't see that it would be good for business.  Anyway, I'm praying for his swift healing and recovery and the presence of mind to lay low.  Let me know how he's doing, that sounds like a dangerous pair of safety goggles.

Hey, Barbara!  I'm so glad you liked this post, it's a little hard to put your age on public record for all to see, but gee, I haven't really given a flip in so long that it become silly not to.  I can remember a time when I was much younger that at age 50 a woman's life was pretty well over and done with, as far as exploring new avenues.  These days it's almost expected that you should at this mid-point begin to grow a new branch of your self and take your second wind.  It hasn't always been fun, but it damn well sure has been real.  Nobody's jerking this life out from under my feet, this one is MINE!   Just like my wrinkles, I've earned it.

Barbara, Lordy, I know what you mean about the presence of those crinkly lines on my face.  I can't ell you how many times my heart has stopped over the years over some tale cheerfully recounted as if I were no more than a  than a pillar of salt.  Car crashes, angry boyfriends, out till all hours, the list stretches over the horizon.  Thank the Good Lord they have the compassion to keep most of that stuff between them selves these days.

Laurie, bless you heart.  Some nights it's better to go sleep assured that your loved one is out of danger than to have a full stomach and doubt in your mind.  Better safe than sorry.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know… can't eat platitudes.  I imagine it was a chilly ride home for poor Len and the cold comfort of a futon can't have been much better.  It's that crazy full moon, knocking things out-of-kilter again.  Well, here's to healing solutions and a wise woman who knows how how to cover her bets.  There can be good in this, though for the life of me I can't see how you're going to do it.  Statement stands, Poor Len.

Well, then, it's all over but the shouting and even the shouting had died down, I see.  I'm grateful that it was no more than a bruise, it's terrible to hurt yourself with a piece of safety equipment. 

You know, I was biting my tongue the whole time I was typing that, thinking, “there you go, adding insult to injury.” but I swear I just couldn't stop myself from stating the obvious.    So sorry, (snicker) I won't do it again,….  today.

Hey, Nancy, let me tell what, when you walk through the door around here there is no telling who or what may turn up.  I don't think I've had but a very few blogs that have stayed on target long.  They usually just end up wandering down by the creek like this one.  If you can't find something going on here, go on over to Laurie's, she's always stirring up something.  You want to watch her when her sugar level drops, she gets tetchy.