Style of the Season

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A friend of mine posted this picture on Facebook this morning and it stopped me dead in my tracks. I sat down with my coffee and let the memories come flooding back. I owned the dress with the bow on the waist, and actually described it in my book Ghosts on the Sand
My mum didn’t buy the dress, but made it for me. It was in this exact same color. Of course it didn’t look quite like this on me, I was five years old, and wore it to present a bouquet to a very important lady. The occasion was the Grand Opening of a village hall in a small village in County Durham where I lived.
Curiosity made me google the Village Hall, which was built in the early sixties, and I’m happy to say it still stands.
I wonder if anyone remembers the little girl in the yellow dress?

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Black Friday at the Old Stone Church

Black Friday here in the US. Everyone is bustling for bargains. I’m not really sure that the so-called bargains really exist, but I’m certainly not going to brave the crowds to find out.

Last year, on Black Friday I wandered through the beautiful streets of Vail, where I bought a couple of things, had a couple of glasses of Champagne, and relaxed. As each year comes to a close I tire of stress. This year has been more stressful that most, construction problems, health problems and just a lot to contend with. My construction is finished for the most part. I’ve got my head around my health issues, so now, I’m going to sit back and relax. Today is my husband’s birthday SIXTY ONE! Can’t believe it. How did we both get so old. When we met, back in the seventies, we thought we’d be young forever. Well, nothing lasts for ever I guess.

the-church-restaurantToday we’re going to celebrate his 61 years on this earth with a nice lunch and a couple of glasses of wine in the ‘Old Stone Church’ restaurant in Castle Rock Colorado, and then maybe do some shopping small town style.

 

Getting Old is NOT for wimps!

growingoldI’m 59 years young, feel pretty healthy, although I do get tired a little easier now. It might help if I slowed down a little. Never!

I remember when I went for a physical and came out wondering why I’d wasted a couple of hours just to be told I was fit and healthy. Wish those days were back. My last annual check up ended in my having to take a stress test. It wasn’t fun, I was hooked up to weird equipment while riding a stationary bike. They monitored my heart on an ultrasound machine. I tearfully remembered the ultrasounds I had when I was pregnant with my daughter. Those days are long gone…I miss them.

Well now on to a cardiologist!

How do I feel about that? DETERMINED! I am determined not to be given a regiment of pills. Instead I’m starting a healthier diet (if I eat much healthier I’ll fade away). Red meat is a treat for a very special occasion now. More veggies (I already eat my weight in them), Elk instead of beef, chicken instead of pork, etc. etc. I’m already gluten intolerant, learned that earlier this year. Poor me! No wait a minute, lucky me, I’m still alive and I’m going to get healthier with each passing day. Yes, growing old isn’t for wimps, but I’m no wimp and age comes to everyone.

 

The voices in my head sometimes ESCAPE!

Coming out of Costco tonight the voices in my head just ran riot…….“oh thank heavens it’s stopped raining. My god, does that woman know she’s too old to expose that much of her bosom, and you really shouldn’t wear short skirts at THAT age. Great, someones’ parked next to me. If I have a door ding I’ll be upset!”

SHUT UP SHUT UP, I pleaded, but the voices continued.

“Do I need more wine? No, I have enough. What am I cooking this weekend? Hey watch where you’re going. Dammed Hyundai’s they’re taking over.”

Oh, what a lovely Porsche, I bet that can shift. I wonder who’s it is. Probably some hot young man.” 

I was aware of someone standing in front of me and looked up to see a gentleman smiling at me. He was about the same age as me (okay, I’ll tell you mid fifties) and quite well put together.

“I’m not a young man, but I still consider myself a pretty warm, not steaming hot, but certainly not cold.”

Was he reading my mind, I was speechless. I stood and gawked at him.

He laughed out loud now. “I guess you live alone,” he said, “and yes you were talking out loud.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

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Slow Down – You’re going too fast

My journey through life is speeding by,

In 1977 I was a young bride,

In 1984 I was a young mother,

Where did the time go?

My baby is grown,

Has a life of her own,

Next year she gets married.

Where did the time go?

Relish the moment, it doesn’t last long,

Life passes by a bitter-sweet song.

Filled with love, loss, drama and constant rebirth,

Live every moment for all it is worth.

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My next journey is as a writer, my first novel ‘Dead of July’ will be released in the fall.

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55 and feeling ALIVE!

Do you remember when you were a teenager? You thought anyone over thirty was OLD. Heck, you thought anyone over 20 was old. I remember looking for a club in Middlesbrough with my husband and a couple of friends when I was in my mid twenties. We stopped a young couple (who weren’t that much younger than us) and asked them where to go. One of them shrugged her shoulders and said “not sure for people your age.” MY AGE – I WAS 25.

Now thirty years later, I don’t feel any older. I am a little wiser (and a little wilder) but I still feel the same as I did when I was 25. When I look in the mirror, someone else is looking back at me, someone who looks very much like Phoebe Ethel, my mother. But I have more fun now than I ever did at 25. I took up snowboarding about ten years ago. I’m not great, but I enjoy it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I also love going to Zumba Classes:

 

Turbo Kickboxing helps me keep fit and ready for the snowboarding season.

No this isn’t me, wish it was.

What I am trying to say is don’t despair when you turn fifty. My mum always said “Life begins at Forty”, well I don’t agree.

Your life begins the day you ere born and just continues to get better if you let it. So live, don’t let age scare you, embrace it and do all that you can, while you can. Get off your behind and out into the world!

So endeth my lesson for today.

Oh, by the way, I also write books now too. One is in the process of being edited (Preview) Dead of July

My first two short stories are available on Amazon….for free. When I launch my new book, I will take them down to be re-edited as I want them to be as wonderful as ‘Dead of July’ which will be published in March.

My free books are:

Girl on the Beach (UK)

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You can teach an old dog new tricks, I am living proof and loving it.

Time

 

 

No matter how you choose to track time, you can’t stop it, you can’t speed it up and you can’t slow it down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought my childhood would last forever. Our summer breaks from school seemed endless. Wonderful times filled with bike rides, walks, picnics, family trips to the seaside. Time really seemed to go more slowly when we were kids.

Was it because we had more time?

Years stretched out ahead of us with no end in sight.

We spent many long hours building sand castles on the beach.

 

 

 

 

We would walk along the promenade with our ice creams, the cold sticky creamy mess dripping on our arms, and wonder why the old folk were looking at us longingly. The would smile and talk to us, but they looked sad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They were us once. Now their time was passing much too quickly and they watched us with envy, wishing it would slow down.

The  first ten years of our lives seem to last a century. The second ten years go a little more quickly and before we know it, we are married, with children of our own. We rush through the day, sometimes wishing our time away.

“I wish my child was older so I didn’t have to change diapers, I wish she was in school so I could go back to work.”

Be careful what you wish for. Now my child is 28 and has her own home and her own life. I am so proud of her and all she has accomplished, but I do miss that beautiful little toddler with the mischievous grin.

Don’t rush your children. Let them enjoy their childhood because it doesn’t last long.