I will be turning 60 soon.
Fucking sixty.
How the fucking shit did this happen?
I don’t feel sixty. Sixty? Really? Sixty? I feel like I haven’t lived enough to see forty.
I also feel like I’ve lived enough to see two thousand five hundred and twenty seven. Which would make me older than Jesus.
Anyway.
We get older and we adjust. We make changes. We decide to approach life in a different way.
For instance, me and Mountain Girl, AKA Lizzie from The Madisons, and I decided that, henceforth, all of our gifts to each other would be consumable.
But a month before her birthday, I found this funky, boho wispy little cardigan with a tie front and I just saw her in it. She lives on a 
mountain in Tennessee. She needed to wrap that cardigan around her shoulders when she felt the first chill of autumn coming on.
So, I bought it for her.
And because I am me, when it came time to visit for her birthday, I couldn’t find the wrap. Of course, I lost it. The cardigan has basically the consistency of spider webs. I’d probably find it when we move from this house.
I put the rest of her gift put together, all consumables. But I couldn’t find that adorable little cardigan.
Except, then I did! I found it. I found it while we were packing for our trip to the Smokey Mountains. The birthday gods had smiled on me.
Then, I tried it on.
I mean, I had already wrapped her birthday gift. And it was fabulous.
I’m just saying even without the cardigan, the gift was perfect.
Plus, and here is the important thing, one of her favorite things in the world? Even on her birthday? Is for me to be happy. And I was happy when I tried that cardigan on, because it was cute as shit.
Anyway, I’m wearing it at work today. There is a chill in the air.
Obviously, I kept the cardigan because we vowed to only gift consumables.
In keeping this super adorable sweater, I honor my friend.
I hope that this week brings you joy and contentment.
I know age doesn’t mean shit. Turning 60 doesn’t mean anything. I’m either here or I am not here.
Right now, I am here.
And I have an adorable sweater.
Fashion is important. Good friends understand that.
It is and she’s the best.
I hope when you wear it you feel beautiful and loved- like a wispy hug all around you.
Next time I see you, I will bring it with me. But I do love it. It would have looked great on you!
Well, today is my birthday, and you think you’re dismayed! I’ve got years on you! I’m happy that I’m still here, but wondering why the heck I can’t do things that I did when I was in my 40’s. I mean, my brain still hasn’t matured since about 17, so what’s going on here? Heaven help me if my mind ever catches up to my body!!!!! Cute sweater!
Thank you! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
I’m glad you’re here too! Welcome to the club!
Not quite yet, I have a few months to go
I was waiting for the “and since she doesn’t read this blog…” but of course she does because she’s a good friend and like a good friend she knows that self-care isn’t selfish. And it’s also one less thing she has to get for your birthday.
Haha..exactly! Plus, everyone who knows and loves me probably also know that sooner or later, they will be blog fodder.
I always smile when you write about Mountain Girl – what a great friendship.
It truly is. I am so grateful that we met.
Briana turned 60 this month. For her birthday she is going to San Francisco to see Puscifer at the Warfield on the 13th of next month. Cute sweater. We don’t know whether it was raccoons or the cat bumping around upstairs last night, but Briana is hoping it was the cat, because he wouldn’t have disturbed the leaves she is preserving whereas the raccoons probably would have.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BRIANA!!!!
I will be 60 in November and wonder how the hell that happened, I don’t feel that old, ok my body often feels like it is turning 80 not 60 but in my head I am still in my 20’s
Same sister, same
My thoughts on aging…
Grave Aches and Cramps
by Dianne Moritz
I do not like this getting older,
With pain in back, and, neck and shoulder.
There’s arthritis in my knees.
I’m losing short term memories.
Things cardiac are out of whack.
I am a hypochondriac.
I do not like this getting older,
My bones are brittler. I’m inches littler.
What good is being wise as Zeus,
When looking like Old Mother Goose??!!
Like Dylan Thomas, I will rage,
And not go gently into old age.
Still … I laugh, I love, I live.
Aging sure beats the alternative!
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Enjoy the sweater – Happy Birthday
Always enjoy your thoughts so keep them coming…
Bill
I love this so much! Thank you!