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The Big Five-Oh
Oct. 20th, 2006 01:37 pmHappy birthday tooo Meee!
But gosh, when did I get to be 50?
The obvious answer was, "about a year after you got to be 49..." but what with one thing and another, this year has gone by just like that! I don't feel 50 (come to that, I didn't feel 40 when that happened either, so go figure.
For those who might have wondered, the slight hiatus in blogging was because this LJ was starting to feel like an obituary column: I started it just after Gytha North died, and since then there's been Dave Gemmell, Mike Ford and most recently Dave Stewart.
Here's an odd, melancholy little bit of business: when everything else has been tidied, you discover a dead friend's name, address and phone number in the oldest PDA - and are strangely reluctant to hit delete. Sad, and a bit depressing. So I just stopped posting for a while and did the equivalent of pulling the covers over my head (thank-you to the several friends who phoned to ask "Haven't seen anything for a while, is everything all right?" That was thoughtful.)
On a happier note, my Mum had her 90th birthday a couple of weeks ago (and made out like a bandit) and next week goes in for her second cataract op - the result of the first one was "like someone took the blinds off the window", so here's hoping No.2 will be equally successful. What's that rhyme: "In brightest day, in blackest night, no gossip shall escape my sight..." My Mum: central clearing agency for All You Need To Know (and a lot you don't.)
The years may pass, maturity may beckon (I usually just wave back and ignore it) so I suppose that's why I sometimes get The Look which suggests I'm still 14 and she knows all about the magazines under the mattress...
Something to amuse is the TV Tropes Wiki. It reads like an on-line version of Diana Wynne Jones's excellent Tough Guide to Fantasyland, which I believe is being re-issued (can anyone confirm?) Be very careful of this site: I wasted most of yesterday afternoon dipping in and out of it, and so might you.
Also, the amount of sniggering it provokes can annoy the cat - and that Won't Do.
But gosh, when did I get to be 50?
The obvious answer was, "about a year after you got to be 49..." but what with one thing and another, this year has gone by just like that! I don't feel 50 (come to that, I didn't feel 40 when that happened either, so go figure.
For those who might have wondered, the slight hiatus in blogging was because this LJ was starting to feel like an obituary column: I started it just after Gytha North died, and since then there's been Dave Gemmell, Mike Ford and most recently Dave Stewart.
Here's an odd, melancholy little bit of business: when everything else has been tidied, you discover a dead friend's name, address and phone number in the oldest PDA - and are strangely reluctant to hit delete. Sad, and a bit depressing. So I just stopped posting for a while and did the equivalent of pulling the covers over my head (thank-you to the several friends who phoned to ask "Haven't seen anything for a while, is everything all right?" That was thoughtful.)
On a happier note, my Mum had her 90th birthday a couple of weeks ago (and made out like a bandit) and next week goes in for her second cataract op - the result of the first one was "like someone took the blinds off the window", so here's hoping No.2 will be equally successful. What's that rhyme: "In brightest day, in blackest night, no gossip shall escape my sight..." My Mum: central clearing agency for All You Need To Know (and a lot you don't.)
The years may pass, maturity may beckon (I usually just wave back and ignore it) so I suppose that's why I sometimes get The Look which suggests I'm still 14 and she knows all about the magazines under the mattress...
Something to amuse is the TV Tropes Wiki. It reads like an on-line version of Diana Wynne Jones's excellent Tough Guide to Fantasyland, which I believe is being re-issued (can anyone confirm?) Be very careful of this site: I wasted most of yesterday afternoon dipping in and out of it, and so might you.
Also, the amount of sniggering it provokes can annoy the cat - and that Won't Do.
