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On the 5th of November I turned another year older.

I’m into my 50’s now and for the most part I don’t mind getting older, though I wish my knee didn’t hurt for no good reason and I wish I could still read itty bitty printing.

The only thing I dreaded were the ” now you’re old ” speeches and advice that people dish out when you hit the big 5-0. I’d heard a lot of this advice flying around me in the past, but it’s another kettle of fish when it comes straight at you and smacks you in the face.

My Dad’s Mother told me- when I was a teenager- that when a woman turned 50 she should cut her hair- yeah that wasn’t going to happen to this girl  being I was a huge fan of Ann Margret and my goal was to have long wild and wavy hair FOREVER.

My Grandma’s advice reflected a sad view on life.  If you’re past the breeding phase, it’s time to walk away from being considered pretty or sexy.

But she also  said that when a woman turned 50 she could wear red lipstick and diamonds  and if she wanted she could even swear – oh- and you could talk out of turn and tell dirty jokes.

So Grandma Ginger’s advice may have sounded a bit dated but she also passed on the side advice that when you turned 50 you could almost do whatever you wanted.

On the other hand when I did turn 50 my so enlightened women friends who should have known better- being that they used words like ” She-ro ” instead of Hero but oddly they also used  cutesy  words like ” Rapey ” and scolded men who used it too and  they were first in line to ride zip-lines and held jobs that our Mother’s generation could never had held because they had a vagina,  and  they scolded women for coloring their hair and not letting it go gray and told me that if you went to a restaurant alone or with other women you’d get a lousy table and the wait staff would ignore you.

Here’s the thing, my Grandmother passed on advice because that’s the world she lived in, but she had also found a way to skirt it and she passed that on too.

My modern day friends?

Gee ladies, I’m sorry if you feel like you became invisible when you turned 50 and maybe it was miserable for you, but it wasn’t for me.

My first thought when I hit  50 was,  ” Well. What next Anita Marie?”

And it’s been an adventure of sorts ever since.

So are you turning 50 soon?

Take my advice, do like I did and think of Ann Margret and her fabulous hair,  wear flashy makeup, learn some great jokes and if anyone tells you different, well.

Screw them.

Ann-Margret

If You Go Into The Woods Today…

RDP Tuesday: pomp

It’s a grand song, a bouncy joyful song about  our beloved toys coming to life and sneaking off for a picnic.

You’re free to join in the fun, if you wear a disguise, keep your head down and I’m guessing it’s probably not a good idea to get caught

because

toys that come to life and sneak off to the woods to have a party is a situation that will probably not end well – if you pay attention to these little rhymes and slightly dark little songs, it never does, does it?

Teddy Bear’s Picnic

If you go down in the woods today
You’re sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today
You’d better go in disguise!

For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain
Because today’s the day the
Teddy Bears have their picnic

Picnic time for Teddy Bears
The little Teddy Bears are having
A lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
And see them picnic on their holiday

See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout
They never have any cares
At six o’clock their Mommies and Daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they’re tired little Teddy Bears

Every Teddy Bear who’s been good
Is sure of a treat today
There’s lots of marvelous things to eat
And wonderful games to play

Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They’ll hide and seek as long as they please
‘Cause that’s the way the
Teddy Bears have their picnic

Picnic time for Teddy Bears
The little Teddy Bears are having
A lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
And see them picnic on their holiday

See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout
They never have any cares
At six o’clock their Mommies and Daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they’re tired little Teddy Bears
Because they’re tired little Teddy Bears

Songwriters: JOHN W BRATTON, JIMMY KENNEDY
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

In a Word

“If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?”. – (Act III, scene I).”
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

If you don’t do it on Facebook or Instagram …sorry Mr Shakespeare- in a word the answer is NO.

 

Roomies!

Dickens’ wrote in a Christmas Carol that we should keep Christmas in our hearts year round.

Can do will do Mr Dickens!

But it will have to share room in there with Halloween.

amm

The Owner Of The House

RDP Monday: DUENDE

She asked her husband, once, why he never read what she wrote

she asked her best friend

her sister

and her son

the same question.

 

” Because, ” her husband said

and her sister and best friend told her

and

her Son admitted

that it was bad enough to see the monsters

looking out from her eyes

and to hear the ghosts in her voice

and catch the Devil in her face

but the thought of seeing them

on a page

and in their hands

now

free of the house

where they live with me- under word and key

would mean that the ghosts and devils and monsters

were

loose and that  the Ghosts and Devils and Monsters

know who

my

Husband

and

Son

and Sister

and best friend

are

and where they live  and sleep.

And Many More

Several years ago, just before my birthday

I had to remove the remains

of a woman my age

from a care center

where she died alone.

There was a little yellow Beanie Baby Bear on her nightstand and someone had put pale blue fuzzy socks on her feet.  I think one of her care givers gave her the bear and bought her the fuzzy socks.

It must have been nice for her, to have someone care for her like that in the end.

Since then when my birthday rolls around – which had never been a pleasant time for me- I think of it as ‘our Birthday’ and it makes the day a little more tolerable.

Sad.

But tolerable.

RDP-Sunday- EGREGIOUS

My Dearest Bones

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J.L.Moscoso-my Grandaughter in-

:::Hamlet:::

“Alas poor Yorick, I knew him well.”
Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 1

This phrase occurs in Hamlet, a popular play by William Shakespeare. The main character Hamlet says this phrase when he is with Horatio, speaking to the gravedigger. He looks around the dead bodies and finds the skull of Yorick, the royal jester. Considering the skull, Hamlet speaks as if Yorick is alive before him, uttering these words in Act-V, Scene-I, “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow/ of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.”