How not to travel ‘old’

BRAKING

Let me make one thing perfectly clear.  I am NOT old despite the number of years I’ve managed to survive.  It’s so unfair that people judge us by the age we’ve been assigned especially when certain mystifying behaviors begin creeping in.

For example. It has come to my attention that I might have begun driving like an old person.  Admittedly I have developed an aversion to interstates. There was a time I used to race across the Mississippi coast on I-10 like a mad woman.  Fear was not in my vocabulary.

Now I try to find two-lane dirt roads for my travels.  There’s never any traffic and I like to shoot photos of old barns which are being reduced in numbers faster than my brain cells.

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Normal is just a setting on your dryer

bad girls

My friends don’t go crazy, we go normal from time to time,  but today was not one of those days.

Not since I was five have I had a more memorable birthday celebration than the wingding Marie Portera threw today for Judy Murphy Staggers and me upon our 60 something birthdays. Most of us are about to run out of years in this decade and the biggy is next year so we’re going to kick up our heels as long as we breathe. Continue reading

Finding courage in unlikely places

fridge

Yesterday I reached one of those milestone years.  Thanks to that world menace, Facebook, now everyone knows which one.  Let’s just say I have 364 days remaining before I enter my 70s.

As I mulled over how to spend this wealth of days, I got a call from my friend who sounded literally on top of the world.  She had discovered the meaning of life in the span of about 35 minutes.

“I finally cleaned out my refrigerator and now I am quitting my job to open my own shop,” she announced. I was so inspired by her discovery of the secret of courage, that I went immediately to my refrigerator and surveyed a world so scary I may stop eating cold food.  I decided to incorporate The One Minute Rule.  For one minute, I did what I could to clean up that toxic waste dump. Continue reading

Let the magic happen

miss tat

Oh gee- evidence that old age is setting in and my modus operandus needs tweaking was indicated when two bits of information came to my attention this week.

The first came from my new friend Richard Grant (author of Dispatches from Pluto which is a must read).  This guy is hilarious but one statement he made over lunch got my attention – Big Time! Continue reading