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I wrote this at the start of April, when I became eligible for AARP membership.

by Kelly Ramsdell Fineman

Doesn't feel like
"a half century,"
though it is.
Perhaps centenarians
feel their ages?
I suspect not.
How wonderful it would
be, to reach
the century mark,
and feel that only
50 or so years
had passed.

It is not much, perhaps, but it is what I have to give you today.

I am afraid that between excitement at seeing Maggie, who just came home from college, and dizziness and prednisone and using up most of my creativity helping the pseudo-grandkids make Mother's Day and Graduation cards for their mother (my darling sweetheart's daughter), this is the best I can manage today. (Still, that I have managed at all feels like a triumph.)

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May. 12th, 2014 03:36 pm (UTC)
I am totally writing that down and pinning it up on the wall.
May. 10th, 2014 12:51 am (UTC)
My Dad will reach the century mark in November. I'll have to ask him whether he feels his age. :)

Hope your dizziness goes away and that you feel better soon.
May. 12th, 2014 03:38 pm (UTC)
I hope that he doesn't feel his age, although with the loss of your mother, I rather expect he will feel older than he might have. Isn't it amazing to think he's seen nearly a century? All those changes!!

And thanks - me, too.
May. 11th, 2014 01:31 pm (UTC)
Fifty seemed like a big deal at the time, but then the clock kept ticking and the days and months and years kept rolling, and now, surprisingly, sixty (still well ahead on the horizon) doesn't seem like such a big deal.

Hope you get to feeling better soon!

--Mary Lee
May. 12th, 2014 03:41 pm (UTC)
Sixty still has to be nearly a decade away for you, Mary Lee - you look so young!! And I didn't think 50 felt like that big a deal, apart from the roundness of its number, which warranted a party with some friends and cake. (There must be cake!) So far my most "traumatic" birthday has been 23, which I realize is strange, but here's the context: I was born when my mother was 23, so when I hit it and was not only childless, but also single, I felt like I was "behind". Weird, maybe, but true. The rest of the birthdays haven't bothered me one iota.
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