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JANUARY 8, 2011 7:50AM

Turning 39--Again

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I don't know when I decided to stay 39 forever.  I think it was in this century.  

Jack Benny and Smothers Brothers TV stars with ties on

 Childhood memory:  My mother was SO MAD when I looked at her driver's license and tried to add up the years.  I was bad at math, so I was about 10 years off.

 I used to ask my mother about life in the Civil War.  Now my kids ask me.  Used to.  I hope that the gypsies are treating them well.

 Everytime I say it's too hot in here, someone looks at me like I'm Menopausal Mary.  But really, sometimes it IS too hot.

50th birthday cake Over the Hill Phil

 As I was saying,  oh, yeah, what was I saying????   What was I doing????  What was it needed to buy at the store???  Who was I supposed to call today????  My brain exists on my work Outlook calendar, task list, and my memory consists entirely of saved e-mails.

It's still 1997 isn't it?  And I really don't need to know what an RSS feed is, or wear jeggings.  I can keep my phone that isn't as smart as I am.  

And reading glasses are really really cool!    

OVer the Hill 40th ?!!!Why I stopped at 39

There is that dark day when you realize that  you are older than the parents of people you work with.   And the ER doctors.  And a lot of surgeons.  It makes me  want to shake my cane at someone!

 But I look great for my Age!!!



 Emily Dickinson:  

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste, 
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.



 NOW CHEER UP--We're not dead yet!





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My favourite Emily poem.

Oh yeah ... and happy (belated) birthday, Sweet Sixteen....
Happy birthday....
the only thing about birthdays is my sister always sends me a card that says: Mom likes me best.
Huh...I stopped at 21. :D This is my favorite Dickinson poem!
Boanerges thanks--Sixteen was just last week.

Elijah--those sisters are awful, aren't they? But truthsayers.

Black Cat: I have a black cat who was very lucky to get adopted. Is that the kind you are? What I like about Dickinson is that she had no titles--they use the first lines. This one gets censored sometimes.
Great post, great poem. I honestly just had RSS explained to me. And leggings? Well, so very '80s, we're clearly getting younger...
Great post, great poem. I honestly just had RSS explained to me. And leggings? Well, so very '80s, we're clearly getting younger...