I do recall, though, in “firmer” days thinking that 50 year old people were just one precarious step from the brink. So, I wonder if today’s twenty- and thirty-somethings look at me and think, “Whoa, this one is ready for the ice flow!”
Up until a few weeks ago I really hadn’t given this whole age thing much play, but my brother-in-law (who will also be turning 50) had to open his big mouth. He made some comment about being on the down hill side of life. So, now every time I consider this birthday that little point nags at the back of my mind. Thanks a lot, Jeff!
The good news is his little comment has not instilled some desire in me to run and sow the few wild oats I have left. (At least I think there are a few buried in the bottom of my purse.) I have no desire for a sports car, or plastic surgery, or a baby. I don’t even have the desire to color my hair or add highlights. (Although, this whole neck skin thing really bugs the heck out of me.)
I think I’ll just settle for a little house on two acres in Georgia with my husband. I’ll paint walls. I’ll plant some flowers and maybe some vegetables. I’ll buy a little lawn tractor and a wagon to hitch to the back, so I can haul stuff around from place to place. I’ll build a garden where we can sit outside and just be.
And…there will be no chickens or llamas allowed!
You’ll visit, won’t you?