Elayne Riggs' Journal (for Leah)

Friday, December 02, 2016

Fifty-Nine, More or Less Fine

If I had been born in the 19th century, I'd probably have been dead by now. By the turn of the last century I might have been alive but considered quite old and/or lucky. Nowadays I'm late middle age, but feeling old depending on how my legs and feet are feeling. Today, they're feeling around 59, so I guess that's good. I won't be dancing any jigs soon, but then again I never have. Other than occasional mobility issues I'm generally happy and healthy; I still have close relatives from the generation before me so that's pretty extraordinary as far as I'm concerned; I have lots of Facebook friends (and even Google, worryingly, has wished me a happy birthday) and actual real-life friends, including my first husband; I have Robin and his family and friends; and now I have Zed or Zebedee or "kissy-sounds" or whatever he's answering to these days. It's a full and lovely life, and I hope it will become even fuller as I get retirement age (I'm figuring maybe another decade) and fall back on my writing again. Until then, my writing is right here, or occasionally on Facebook, and I thank all of you still out there for reading.


PJ said...

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, haaappppyyy biiirttthhhday Elayne, happy birthday to you!

To the one person who has stuck it out in blogging, a most patient person, wishing you a great Year making 59 better than all that came before it!

Belated wishes for your bday!