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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!!

Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Socially Accepted

It was difficult to get out of bed after only three hours of sleep.

The tennis was amazing and I really didn’t mind who won out of De Minaur and Djokovic. The match was tight and the final score 6-1 4-6 4-6 4-6 doesn’t indicate just how close it was, how well De Minaur played and how hard Djokovic had to fight for victory.

It was 3am when I fell asleep and my alarm was set for 6am to get ready for meditation.

I struggled and didn’t leave my bed until 7.10am!

Meditation had already started when I arrived. I was about 3 minutes late and it was a big class and a good class.

One of the girls cornered me after class and had my attention for about 20 minutes. I pedalled to the shops where the butcher was in for a long chat. I ran into another old acquaintance in the supermarket so hugs and another chat was in order.

From there I rode to the river where I ran into Klocca, so we chatted for about 30 minutes.

I found a quiet spot and sat in the shade taking in all the ‘goings on’ by the river and on the river…




On the way home I ran into the unelected Mayor, then two other acquaintances, one of whom used to attend my art classes and I chatted with them for about 15 minutes.

The final chatterbox was Mrs Bucket who took about 20 minutes of my time.

After 3 hours of sleep, I was pretty done in by the time I arrived home and chose to go to bed for a couple of hours to rest up.

Harley joined me.



I’m not sure if I’ll stay awake for tennis tonight. I think I need sleep.

So …



Nite all.

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