Turning 59 . . .


First, thank you for taking the time to come here.  My goal is to make it worth your while.   So without further adieu . . .

Today is my 59th Birthday, and I ran across this apropos quote by Dr. Suess which really says it all about turning any age:

“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”

So with those words to lean on, and it being my birthday and all, I guess it’s as good a time as any (or maybe even a better time than any) to launch this new blog, lindavernon.wordpress.com — where I’m going to be honest and true to myself.  This is the blog to find my voice and to voice what I’m thinking.  Perhaps it will be little more than a recepticle for “Brain Slosh” but at least it will be my very own, honest brain slosh.  Right now, I feel a little like a public speaker with an audience of none.

That’s ok.  I’ll build my courage as I build momentum.  Before you know it I’ll be blabbing about all kinds of things and there’ll be no shutting me up.  When my kids were little, they had a little friend over who talked my ear off.  Even at the tender age of 3, she was apparently aware of her propensity to chatter.  After talking for about an hour straight she finally said, “Why don’t you give me a cookie, that’ll shut me up.”  So just for future reference. . . my favorite cookie is chocolate chip.

These are the things I have come to terms with concerning turning 59:

Turning 59 is alittle worse than turning 58 and a little better than turning 60.

You’re only as old as you look and you probably look 59.

You’re only hope now is that you’re a late bloomer.

You might be getting more wrinkles, but at least  . . . uh . . . well I’ll get back to you on this one.

If you say you’re 59 years young, you’re only drawing attention to the fact that you’re 59 years OLD – because nobody is buying that. “years young”  hooey.

If you live to be a hundred you still have more years ahead of you than behind you . . . no wait a minute . . . nevermind.

At least by the time you’re 59, you know how to adjust your head for photos to minimize your double chin – unless you don’t have a double-chin in which case oh shut up.

Once you’ve reached 59, everyday is a new beginning (of the end).

And so it goes for my very first post into this new realm of reality in the form of virtual-ness.  Stay tuned tomorrow where I will be thinking up a nickname for my brain.

Until then . . . I love you.

13 thoughts on “Turning 59 . . .

  1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINDA! ILOVEYOU and I love your honesty. It’s contagious. This was beautifully written and I adore you for always being such a wonderful inspiration of how to make someone feel special and important.
    I hope today provides some magic in some way, not a harry potter way, just in some way, oh never-mind! I know what you should do! You should twirl around a little for a minute, not too long, just until you get dizzy and can’t help but laugh about it.

  2. Happy Birthday Mom!

    As your eldest, 29 years young (dammit) daughter, I wanted to be the first to say that I love your new blog and I can’t wait to read every witty post and heart felt word that you are to write.

    Keep up the good work! I love you very much!

    -Jackie

  3. so… 59 is a spring chicken, me, i’m an autumn chicken, peep peep

    have fun, see you soon…. enjoy your company,

    Pat of Tara

  4. My Dear 59 year friend,
    You noticed I left out that “old”. I would never think of you as any age. You are just beautiful and sweet you. I love your writings-always put a smile on my face and a song in my heart.
    Thank you for being my friend. I appreciate our friendship more than you can imagine. Speaking of that just imagine the hot air baloon sailing away with 59 years in it. Lightens your heart a bit, huh?
    Luv you,
    Maggie

  5. You would think after 30 some years I would remember your Birthday. I guess being almost 59 isn’t helping. Love the blog and I will start one, as we all have a lot to say. Hope your Day was happy and no we are not old, we are seasoned.

    Love, Chris

  6. Hi Linda,
    You dont know me ( of course , why would you know me ? LOL ) But I just turned 59 today and happened upon your posting for turning 59. It made me chuckle and the way this world is right now, and with all the things that have happened to me in my life . . . . . . .I need that chuckle . . . . . . .Thank you for that. I will consider it a birthday gift from a person who doesnt know me, but has kindness and a wisdom only people of our age can have . . . . . .Be well
    ♥ John ♥

    • Ah! I got up this morning and your comment was waiting for me. And it wasn’t even my birthday! Happy Birthday to you, John, and thank you so much for your kind words! I think that post of me turning 59 was the first blog post I put up. It warms my heart that you enjoyed it. Thank you so much! And you be well as well!!

  7. Dear Linda,

    If you remember, in my first tome “The Perils of Heavy Thinking,” (which you gave such a glorious 12 star review–thank you BTW–and your chocolate chip cookie is in the mail) there was an essay entitled, “Classic–the New Old.”

    Classic is such a flexible substitute for the word Old that I’m sure you’ll find numerous wasy to use it in sentences such as, “Don’t eat those potato chips. The bag has been left open for two months and they’re Classic.” Okay, maybe not the best example, but you get the picture.

    Here’s another, “Reading Linda’s humor never gets Classic.” Hmm, that one didn’t work either.

    Oh well, I’m sure you’re probably better at using Classic than I am. In any event, you will never hear me refer to you as old. You’re definitely a Classic in my book (not the upcoming one, but the one after that, or maybe the one even farther down the road).

    Remember, Classics never get old.
    Best wishes,
    Russell

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