Introductions All Round

Hello. Thanks for stopping by. This is a new experience for me, writing whatever I want, without responding to the post or question of someone else. I have to give credit to the movie "Julie and Julia" for the idea to start a blog, but I won't be working through Julia Child's cookbook in a year. I'll be practicing mindfullness, and getting healthy. And in all likelihood, I'll be complaining about my easy life, as we all tend to do until suddenly something happens to get our attention.

Shall I introduce myself? I am a woman of a certain age, married, an empty nester, a grandmother, too old to have babies and too young to sit and rock on the porch. The title of my blog will give you an idea of what fills my days, in between my on-going search for meaning, cooking for as many of the family as can come home for birthdays and holidays, and visits to my elderly mother in Florida. There is also major on-line shopping, and the always popular, ever-increasing medical appointments to deal with the results of getting older.



When did this happen, this getting older? How can it be so long ago that I was a teenager who worshiped Andre Norton, and wrote stories for my favorite TV show? I go on Facebook and I'm channeling my inner twenty-something geek. (College Humor makes me roar.)



I'd be so much more interesting as a twenty-something now, if I could go back and do it over again. But really, it wouldn't pay to go back further than thirty: twenty-something body, thirty-something brain, sixty-something common sense. It could work.



In my life PK (pre-kids) I was a librarian, and I still love books. Anything from Caldecott picture books right on up to psychology and philosophy. I audit a course a term at our local university, courtesy of free tuition, which gives me one night a week to find someone else other than my long-suffering husband with which to have lively discussions. He calls them arguments.



Part of my Facebook persona is the wise counselor, who answers the questions of concerned young mothers of babies. Young women I will never meet thank me for my wisdom, while my children wonder if I'm becoming demented, and worry about my driving. So, welcome to my schizoid life. At one moment I could be whining about my bad knees, and at the next I could be ecstatic from watching sugar dissolving onto the ice cubes in my glass of tea. It will be a constant surprise to both of us.