Becoming An Elder
60 or thereabouts was the age my grandparents had reached when I first became aware of them. Therefore 60, for me, is the age of grand-parenthood- the age that marks one out as a member of the older generation- as an elder. Of course I wasn't seriously expecting to feel different this morning- only that's not wholly true- the part of me that believes in magic was.
Being an elder means you can start taking liberties- and behave disgracefully and have people make allowances. Being an elder means starting to "wear purple with a red hat that doesn't go" as in the poem by Jenny Joseph
We have taken a mental drubbing this winter- Ailz and I- what with the workmen bashing the house up and the stairlift breaking down and marooning her upstairs- and it simply being such a hard winter with the snow and the ice and the mist and the rain. We've been talking about how low we both feel.
So, this 60th birthday, I am making this resolution: to snap out of it, pull myself together, get out more, vivre ma vie, wear purple...
But first I'm going to take a little snooze....
Being an elder means you can start taking liberties- and behave disgracefully and have people make allowances. Being an elder means starting to "wear purple with a red hat that doesn't go" as in the poem by Jenny Joseph
We have taken a mental drubbing this winter- Ailz and I- what with the workmen bashing the house up and the stairlift breaking down and marooning her upstairs- and it simply being such a hard winter with the snow and the ice and the mist and the rain. We've been talking about how low we both feel.
So, this 60th birthday, I am making this resolution: to snap out of it, pull myself together, get out more, vivre ma vie, wear purple...
But first I'm going to take a little snooze....
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:)
Happy birthday, Tony!
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45- so young :)
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A quarter of an hour- mid afternoon- works wonders.
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I like otters.
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from one who has already been on your stairstep.
Love, Jackie
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Fifty seemed big at the time. Sixty is unreal.
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Anyway, enjoy it!
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Raising a glass to you - penblwydd hapus!
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I'm going to do my best (or worst).
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Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Tony Happy birthday to you. Carl n gang x
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