Quotes and Thoughts on the Big Day

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. ~C. Davis~

I believe this. That is why I went to get a pedicure last week and decided to have the lady do my toes in black polish. Well, it's black in a very "dark red" sort of way. But it looks black and I love it.
This morning I stayed in my p.j.'s, had a second cup of coffee and read my new Romantic Home Magazine cover to cover, as I admired my new pedicure.

They say that age is all in your mind. The trick is keeping it from creeping down into your body.~author unknown~

Saturday night the Prospector and I went to the Golddiggers Annual Christmas dinner in Stockton. One of those few times that we go somewhere at night and stay up late. I wore my new shoes. For Farmlady this was quite a fancy occasion. The nail polish was just beautiful and sparkled through the nylon stockings. I wore my fancy jeans and won the 50-50 drawing of about $100.00 . Actually, my husband had given me his tickets and he was holding mine when they called the number. So technically.....
He gave me the money this morning in my birthday card.)What a guy!
When we got home we were so tired. Were did all my energy go? When did we get to old to dance all night?

Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened. ~Jennifer Yane~

Do my feet look that much different..., before the years of getting pedicures and before the scars of operations? When the arthritis and neuromas and neuropathy was just a minor annoyance. Does the nail polish really make these feet look better? I think that the polish is like a "Thank you" for all their hard work and the pain that they have gone through.
That's not an earthquake in that photo above. It's my "doubt" about the future and the uncertainty of old age. The nail polish will wear off and I will reapply it as long as I can, because it makes me face the challenges of getting old with a bit more sparkle and we can all use a bit more sparkle.

I'm 65 yrs old today. It's been a long year. But, I'm still here and have gratitude for the life I've been given. I have no wisdom to impart or advice to be given. It's just another day in the life of me...., and it's a good day.

I Feel like I Have Failed All of You

I hate to break this to you but your chances of buying that house in Berkeley, Ca. have pretty much gone down the toilet. I have never had such a response to a post of mine before and I feel kind of responsible for the outcome of this story. This afternoon I looked up the listing and it wasn't there, so I went to "listings sold" and..., are you sitting down?...,OUR beautiful house, that one blogger said she would buy as soon as she got her jogging shoes on to run to the bank for "earnest money"; and another who thought we should all get together and buy it as a group; and one artist in Cambria, Ca. who asked if they might take one of her teapots as a down payment...., is"PENDING".

I was so upset that I went outside and watered the garden, picked up the dog poop, fertilized the roses, cut back the irises and told the goats to be quiet when the poor guys just wanted to tell me about the lack of grass in the field. Then I just stared at the Basil, which needs to be picked and made into Pesto before it bolts and flowers.

Then I had a better idea....

I went down town and got a pedicure. It was worth every dollar spent. I came home feeling so much better.
I'm so sorry about the "Masterpiece in Redwood". I really hoped that one of you (with a lot of money, of course) would buy it so my sister I could come and visit...., and I could brag that it was Farmlady who told you about it. Sometimes life is just not fare. Sometimes you just have to go and have your toenails painted to feel better.