I love it that you found a French copy of TURTLE BABY at a brocante. My ex sister-in-law, Martine Magnin, was the Queen of the Brocante for decades and is still, I hope, the same wildly engaging character. She's authored six books, of course in French, all available on Amazon. Check her out!
And I think those SAS shoes might be just the thing for a hike to a bridge with water running under it where you can chuckle wisely at the fleeting nature of outworn metaphors. While creating a few more of your own. ;-}
Abigail, I was 70 on 3 Dec 2022, and live with an 86.5yr old spouse. I'm getting my first cortisone injection in my right knee this afternoon and cataract surgery in Nov/Dec of this year. My spouse's cardiologist mumbled something about "cardiac insufficiency" on 7 Feb and I've yet to see any symptoms of the sort. I read your books in English when I lived in Orange County and frequented the Newport Beach library that rubbed shoulders with Costa Mesa. I have a paperback French translation of one of your novels, "Petite Tortue" on my bookshelf close at hand--a "brocante" find. I have nothing but good memories of your Bo Bradley series.
I'm so glad that you have taken to writing about this subject. I have a collection of SAS shoes and bags that I purchased in much the same state of mind as you describe associated with your gorgeous unworn sweater. The fact that you brought it up allowed me to recall those purchases and why I've never really worn them. I had to have purchased them when I was 50 and gearing up for being old. That was the year that "water running under bridges" as associated with the disappearance of "time" shifted to "a fart in the Stanford Linear Accelerator" in my mind.
Thank you so much for the reminder that it is the secret self who decides how old we are.
Sending you good vibrations and well-wishes for your impending birthday!
Whatever you say, I agree. So many facets of life to consider; the exercise of pondering the nuances and personal predilections of individual perspectives is quite mentally stimulating 🤓 …and a bit mind-blowing at times 🤯
I don't know... I've always sort of loved antiques. They're sturdier than most stuff nowadays. They've seen a lot, been a lot of places, weathered many storms and had many shining moments. They've accumulated value over time. I'm ready to accept my antique-ness.
Thanks for your good wishes, Pamela!
I love it that you found a French copy of TURTLE BABY at a brocante. My ex sister-in-law, Martine Magnin, was the Queen of the Brocante for decades and is still, I hope, the same wildly engaging character. She's authored six books, of course in French, all available on Amazon. Check her out!
And I think those SAS shoes might be just the thing for a hike to a bridge with water running under it where you can chuckle wisely at the fleeting nature of outworn metaphors. While creating a few more of your own. ;-}
Perfect!
Abigail, I was 70 on 3 Dec 2022, and live with an 86.5yr old spouse. I'm getting my first cortisone injection in my right knee this afternoon and cataract surgery in Nov/Dec of this year. My spouse's cardiologist mumbled something about "cardiac insufficiency" on 7 Feb and I've yet to see any symptoms of the sort. I read your books in English when I lived in Orange County and frequented the Newport Beach library that rubbed shoulders with Costa Mesa. I have a paperback French translation of one of your novels, "Petite Tortue" on my bookshelf close at hand--a "brocante" find. I have nothing but good memories of your Bo Bradley series.
I'm so glad that you have taken to writing about this subject. I have a collection of SAS shoes and bags that I purchased in much the same state of mind as you describe associated with your gorgeous unworn sweater. The fact that you brought it up allowed me to recall those purchases and why I've never really worn them. I had to have purchased them when I was 50 and gearing up for being old. That was the year that "water running under bridges" as associated with the disappearance of "time" shifted to "a fart in the Stanford Linear Accelerator" in my mind.
Thank you so much for the reminder that it is the secret self who decides how old we are.
Sending you good vibrations and well-wishes for your impending birthday!
Amen.
One of my favorite birthday cards, which I gave to a friend, said the following:
On the outside, “They say you’re only as old as you feel”
On the inside, “I am nine. How old are you?“
Whatever you say, I agree. So many facets of life to consider; the exercise of pondering the nuances and personal predilections of individual perspectives is quite mentally stimulating 🤓 …and a bit mind-blowing at times 🤯
Germane letter to the NYT written by a friend's mother:
"I've heard about old age, sickness, death
But it's all just a rumor.
It depends on the way your mind is set,
All the fun things, and your sense of humor.
Forget about doctors, H.M.O.'s so crude
Think poems, hear music, enjoy food.
Live it up, kid, it's all on your plate
It may not be too early,
But it isn't too late."
I don't know... I've always sort of loved antiques. They're sturdier than most stuff nowadays. They've seen a lot, been a lot of places, weathered many storms and had many shining moments. They've accumulated value over time. I'm ready to accept my antique-ness.