Age Challenged rQQzy: Handover Day

Nice to see you!

Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.

Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.

Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**

Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!

So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!

Welcome to my dilemna!!

Saturday, April 26, 2025

Handover Day

Something to ponder …

I'M NO LONGER INVITED EVERYWHERE... BUT I INVITE MYSELF INTO MY OWN LIFE

Before, I was at every table.

Meals, parties, raised voices over wine.

They called me, they wanted me.

My laughter had its place,

my hands were useful,

my story mattered.

And then slowly...

the invitations slowed down.

Not all at once,

no.

It's more discreet than that, the distance.

People think of you,

but afterward.

They talk to you,

but too late.

We love you, of course...

but from afar.

So I stopped waiting for someone to make room for me.

I started making my own.

I set the table for myself,

with a cloth napkin.

I give myself flowers,

not to decorate,

but to thank myself for still being there.

I walk slowly through the market aisles,

I choose my vegetables like one chooses jewelry.

I invite myself into the day,

into the air,

into the light that streams through the window.

I'm no longer invited everywhere.

But I'm at home in my silence.

I'm comfortable in my armchair.

I'm awaited by my tea.

I invite myself into my own life.

And I'm good there.

Really good.

Today I finally handed over the wedding photos and received the final payment. Happy to have that mini chapter of my life over with.

BGWLBH and I spent the day in The Bay.

We were home by 2pm.

Nothing exciting happened after that.

I watched part of an old 1950s movie “Father of the Bride” with Spencer Tracey and Elizabeth Taylor.

I played with Harley.

I made myself a roast pork, tomato and onion sandwich for dinner (fend for yourself night).

We’ve watched the football. So far, a much more successful attempt at tipping by me. At the last minute, I heard that Tom Trbojevic was back in the Manly team, so I changed my tip from Penrith to Manly. So pleased I did because with ten minutes to go, Manly are winning 26-10.

I shouldn’t speak too soon because Penrith have a habit of coming back and scoring late.

The nights are cooler now and I can open my bedroom window for a cool breeze. Much nicer sleeping weather.

I have one day left for the 52Frames photo this week and the theme is “Cramped” so I guess part of my Sunday will be taken up with that.

Now it’s time to sleep.