UNEXPECTEDLY OLDER BUT STILL DANCING

Ah, Thanksgiving.

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Like you, we’ll gather ’round the groaning board, swap lies and tell tales.  Mostly though, we’ll feast on stories ~ Grandma’s ‘scrap meat’, the toilet in the backyard, Ma’s frozen French fries cooked in a bucket of, what else, lard. Oh, and Uncle Billy on his pogo stick at the funeral party.

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The house, built in the 1800’s and moved to its present location, is full of Remember-Whens. A new table looms large in place of bunk beds that barely contained three slaphappy boys.

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A granite undermount sink replaces the chipped porcelain basin in what used to be the old pantry.  We love this old house and the people in it. They care about each eave and beam, every joist and rafter. The family home is aging gracefully and for that we are thankful.

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I heard Judith Viorst talking about her book, Unexpectedly Eighty. She said this decade is rich with possibilities, sweet with old friendships.  True, there’s pills, knee replacements, backaches ~ but there is also a lot of Good Stuff.

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At our Thanksgiving table, and here at Words We Women Write, we are all Unexpectedly Older.  Viorst muses about driving at night and her fear of the great outdoors. But the recurrent theme is a simple celebration of life. She says, “Life is not about seeing the glass half empty or half full. The point is that you have a glass.”

So I raise my glass to you,

Beloved Family and Readers ~

Notice everything and live it all.

And I hope you dance.

 

Toni 11/21/13

Toni 11/21/13

Day 21

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