I am now officially calling myself A Woman of a Certain Age, or Une Femme D'une Certaine Age.
Today is my seventieth birthday! Boy does it look strange to see that written out. Birthdays have never bothered me but for some reason this one is pissing me off! Ridiculous I know.....you mean I'm not immortal?
It's raining and just barely 40 F....which in some ways is even stranger than turning 70....(70?!) Spring seems to have gone into hiding for the time being. Hey it isn't snowing!
Below is a picture of me at about age four or five. I know it was Christmas and I know we were living in Michigan, so I'm pretty sure of my dates.
I remember when my grandmother (paternal) was seventy and how she loved telling everyone she was old. To be fair I think people were more aged then than now, but this was a woman who decided she was too ancient to do anything when she was sixty-five and proceeded to live until she was into her nineties. So basically she wasted a third of her life.
Not for me! There's still too much to do and too much to explore. And lots of pots to make. And I've hardly done any traveling; hopefully I'll be able to do more of that. There are still lots more presents to open!
I remember what Maurice Chevalier said when asked how he felt about turning a certain age. "Pretty good, considering the alternative!"
P.S. I'm looking forward to a week end with Hayne Bayliss, our Earthworks juror.
This post can also be found at Mud Colony; take a look at the many ways of clay.
As always, thanks for stopping by............*s*