I’m chronicling my second Coming Of Age – At 62 with ritual, ceremony and 365 days of writing/posts on the good, the bad and the ugly of a Baby Boomer starting again. It means honesty on my part and not hiding the light or the dark side of me. Join me in my adventure.
Woke up this morning with my stomach protesting the two matrimonial margaritas, 1 birthday custard and 3 mini-bags of Georgia peanuts I had last night. I forgot that my second coming of age did not have to include filling myself with alcohol and other junk as I had the first time around.
Kelley is about 40 and works on Capitol Hill for a Congressman from Georgia (hence the Georgia peanuts). Marilyn is about 70, a retired social worker, and so much more.
Marilyn’s a wonderful reminder to give up stereotypes of aging. She’s vital; has a quick wit; compassion; and varied experiences, including working with death row prisoners. She’s also quite attractive. Would I guess her age at near 70 – probably – because there are certain tells, but to have a society render someone like her invisible is a loss for all.
Put In The Corner (no Patrick Swayze to save us)
The three of us were seated at a table in the farthest corner of the restaurant (if I was paranoid, I’d think we were banished there for being old, as we passed many empty tables along the way.) Beside us was a table of 6 young people who periodically rolled their eyes at our silliness and picture taking. It made me wonder if the old ladies I had laughed at when I was young were really as cool and bright as the 3 of us. Good chance that.
Now I think I’ll get out of my pj’s, walk to a coffee shop to do some work and then get ready to go to a free concert tonight at the Kennedy Center.
Life is good.