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?
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Put me down for a bed, not go good on floor or cot, but could I guess..
Looking forward to New Orleans and the Cruise...
Your dreaded mother in law
Okay, you made me cry again! I love your take on life. Have a happy, young 5-0!! See you soon!
Oh my = you are so spot on! There you go - tractor and wagon - skip the little - just go big. I can give you so many pointers - vroom vroom - and digging in the dirt. You are going to have so much fun. And that's right- NO chickens - 5-0 - pish-posh - this is the prime of our lives! You go girl! Bunny Boo
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