Well the name of the blog is NOT changing. When I began to blog apparently I did not have the forethought to wonder what it should be called if I lived to be over 59 years old. 60 is still the Far Side of Fifty as far as I am concerned.
I am now “older than dirt.” A long time ago when I was younger I thought anyone older than 50 was ancient. As I grew older I adjusted that to be 60..now I am there and no matter how much I would like to make that adjustment I cannot.
Logically I should just accept the fact that I am no longer a spring chicken and have become an old bird. Sometimes a cranky old bird.
I never ever thought I would reach 50 years old..60 was not even a possibility. Yet here I am. I should have been more prepared.
My other baby brother and “she who sees robins first” took us out on Saturday evening for a Prime Rib dinner to celebrate my birthday. My other baby brother said “If you are turning 60 the least I can do is buy you dinner.” It was yummy! In 9 years when he is 60 I will return the favor. ( Goodness gracious I will be on the cusp of 70 by then. Perhaps I should tuck 50 bucks away in an envelope marked other baby brothers sixtieth birthday steak, just incase I croak before his big day.)
I am not certain what wonderful thoughtful gift I will get from my husband. Chance may have been shopping too, that dog is resourceful. I heard my daughter was gifted a Waffle Iron for turning 36. Romance runs rampant with birthday gifts up here in the Northland:)