Six Months to 60!

Six months into 60

2007-11-11T07:21:00.000-05:00

A year ago this time I was staring down into the jaws of turning 60. I did not wake up wearing Depends and I am not eating early bird specials but I have done a lot of evaluating of what is important and what is not. Only age can give one this very special perspective and perhaps this is what is meant by the adage "with age comes wisdom". So, what are my thoughts now and what have I learned? I have learned that my valuables are not held within the walls of my home or the boxes that hold my jewlery. They are held within my heart and are the precious moments of connection.
Nothing has solidified this more than reconnecting with two wonderful women I met in eighth and eleventh grades. Of course when we met we were all girls and had e's at the end of our names. DeDe, Susie, and Debbie now live their lives as Deedra, Susan, and Deborah but when we talk the e name slips out and they are the only ones who make me smile when it does. DeDe had a rough time and memories of her have often brought pain but the friendship of those once young girls made living those experiences tolerable. Being able to talk to them again is nothing short of a true blessing for me. Each of them took very different paths in life but all of our core beliefs and true natures have remained so it didn't take long to catch up on the events that turned into the years that separated us. I talk to them once a week and our conversations that were once filled with dreams for our future center now around our philosophies about God and life. I guess this is the wisdom that has come with age.
Susan and Deborah I love you both. Thank you for being my friend then and now.

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2007-06-18T20:10:00.000-05:00

My son,Rob, had never seen me dressed in this. He was used to the St.John's, Chanel's, and Gap T-shirts but never anything like this. As he and Randi walked in last night there was an audible gasp. "Mom, you're wearing an apron!" This was a special moment in his life. I, his Mother, was going to make dinner and I was dressed for the occasion. Chef Andy you would be proud.

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2007-06-16T06:34:00.000-05:00

Forgot to thank Dixie for her kind words of wisdom. She needs to meet Chef Andy as they have similar philosophies.
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2007-06-16T05:59:00.000-05:00

The cooking class with Chef Andy was wonderful! I don't think he quite believed my e-mail regarding my lack of culinanary skill but once we started all doubt had vanished. Thank heaven his patience level was on par with my enthusiasm. We spent every minute of our three hours together working and learning. I went home with a brain full of new knowledge, a stomache full of healthy food (with left overs for the fridge), and a soul full to the brim with awe and wonder that I had finally recovered from years of serious eating disorders. God is, indeed, good.
Now, as soon as the tip of my thumb heals from slicing it yesterday as I was removing a new knife from it's package, I can start practicing.

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2007-06-10T07:58:00.000-05:00

I can't believe I want to start cooking at this age! When I tell you that I never cooked I mean--I never cooked. You can read whatever you want into that statement and probably be right. All the reasons added up to creating a wonderfully empathetic eating disorder therapist but a lousy cook. I'm excited to hear back from Chef Andy. What an adveture this is going to be.
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Classes

2007-06-10T07:42:00.000-05:00

Dear Chef Andy,
I looked at your picture and thought if anyone can teach a 60 year old woman to cook you can! Not unlike many of my peers, I made the money to bring home the bacon but relied on others to cook it. I've grown tired of using my smoke alarm as a food timer and slicing my fingers instead of the tomatoes. Help. I've fallen and I can't get up. Please give me a call.
Deedra Hunter
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2007-06-01T04:17:00.000-05:00

An open letter to Stephanie:
Dear Stephanie,
Your response to my last entry was beautiful and unexpected. For whatever reason I never thought young girls would be reading a blog about turning 60. When I was 18 my Mother was 50 and her Mother (who lived with us) was 83. Unfortunately, neither had been role models for me. Jackie Kennedy was. She was 36 in 1965 and was the older woman I wanted to grow up to be like. Poised, intelligent, fashionabe, and cultured--she had all the right stuff for me. At that time. I realize now she forgot to show me and thousands of other me's what was much more important than what to wear and how to act like a lady. She forgot to show us how to be real. Jackie Kennedy died at 64 and I never had one clue as to how she felt about anything. Of course she didn't owe the world any of her feelings but gosh darn it I sure would have liked to have known. So, Stephanie, my beautiful young blog reader if I am your role model the greatest gift I can leave you with is the gift of knowing that I am real. Some days are good and some days are bad. Looking back I can honestly say I don't know how I made it through some of them. But I did. And by doing so can now be here to tell you and thousands of other you's that every day was a gift, it really was all happening for a higher purpose, and your comments confirm that. I made it through all those tough times to tell you all you will too.
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2007-05-30T09:37:00.000-05:00

At 60 I would like to think I know myself well enough to know that when I think I am handling things well enough I am not handling them well enough at all. The Eagle did land on the 17th but I had closed my eyes so tightly I didn't notice it was a crash landing. Two weeks later I realize I've been grieving and feeling I have nothing left to look forward to. Intellectually I know I'm being ridiculous but my feelings have been ruling my life and I feel awful. Going out on a blind date the other night didn't help. The age appropriate man looked old enough to be my grandfather and he was rude. Check please! I need some encouragement from cyber-space. I welcome any hopeful comments.

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Arrived

2007-05-17T20:33:00.000-05:00

The Eagle has landed! I've been 60 years old for twenty four hours and I'm amazed. All my parts and pieces still work, I remember the children's names, and I have yet to utter the words "back in my day..." Allrighty then, maybe this age thing is going to work out.

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10 minutes and counting

2007-05-16T19:50:00.000-05:00

I've been craving comfort foods all day. At this moment my birthday wish would be a house call from Paula Dean. Mashed potatoes and meatloaf anyone? I wonder how 60 candles would look on one of her buttered biscuits? What I really wonder is what would my Grandmother and Mother have told me about turning 60? Neither of them are alive to tell me now and neither of them, when they were alive, told me then. I do know that my Gram was comfortable with her age and Mom always lied about hers. And now my daughter knows that her Mother is a combination of both her maternal ancestors. So, instead of wanting to eat Paula Dean's food it seems that what I really want is to talk to her. Could she still make the house call?
I'm excited about tomorrow. I know my sons (both are out of town) will call me and my daughter is taking me out to lunch. She came over tonight and we talked about a lot of things. As she was leaving she hugged me and said "Mom, 75 is old. 60 is the new 40. Bless her little 22 year old heart.
God, I have so much to say thank you for. I'm healthy both in body and mind. My three children choose to spend time with me. I have good friends. And, work is meaningful and helpful to others. Doesn't get better than this. Or does it?

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Closer and closer

2007-05-06T20:09:00.000-05:00

Ten days and counting. Everyone is asking what my plans are for my birthday and actually they are quite simple. Wake up, be grateful my teeth aren't staring at me in a glass beside my bed, and look forward to the rest of my life. However, well wishing phone calls, balloons, and obscene amounts of flowers would all be welcome as well.
Some random thoughts from this last week:
I spoke tonight to my friend in California who shared she and her husband had just enrolled her first born in kindergarden. That took me right back to my three and wonderful Mrs. Schmidt at David Fairchild Elementary School in Miami I believe.teaching kindergarden is reserved for earth-bound angels. I have a beautiful young k-teacher in my practice with whom I have shared often how much I admire what she does. My children have never forgotten Mrs. Schmidt. I have never forgotten Miss Deck and Miss Sterner. And I know Nancy's daughter in California will never forget her first teacher. Hey, let's have kindergarden reunions instead of those gruesome high school ones. We could all put on smocks and finger paint (remember the smell of mason jars filled with bright, primary colored, non-toxic paint?), exhaust ourselves running around outside, and then spread mats down to nap for an hour. Sounds like a lot more fun than pretending to know people pretending to have known you in high school and all of you pretendiing to like each other for one night.
Yoga class is great. I take it with my friend Ruth who is a lot of fun and is a really good sport. We head for the back of the room hoping to be less obvious as we struggle to balance, stretch far beyond what two women our age would ever think possible, and twist ourselves into postures simulating birds and animals. It's amazing how much I sweat trying to get into dead opossum in road pose (I just made that one up but it sounded good didn't it).
I may joke about it but Ruth and I take our yoga very seriously and we are definately in better shape because of it. And who knows--maybe one day I'll be able to squat down and balance my knees on my elbows. Do you think that will make up for never being able to dance at Disney?

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May

2007-04-30T20:14:00.000-05:00

Sixteen days till 60! I'm trying not to have a panic attack.
Had a terrible experience going into yoga class today. As I drove up and parked I noticed this really skinny, really scruffy, old man standing by the door. He kept staring at me and as I got closer I noticed he was also really toothless. Feeling uncomfortable with the glaring I thought a little conversation would help so I said "do I know you?" Maybe not the best thing to say but under the circumstances perhaps it would open the door for a little safe howdy do untill I was inside the studio. Well, Mr. Really Skinny, Really Scruffy, Really Toothless had an answer that felt like a chain saw on slow speed cutting me in half. Not taking his eyes away from mine for a second he spit out"I ain't lookin at you. I ain't that hard up!" Ouch. The first half hour of yoga was awful. Forget concentrating on up dog and down dog. This dog just wanted to go home and hide. That nasty man had managed to hit a home run and knock my self-esteem right out of the ball park. However, I hung in with Absolom and his wonderful hot fusion yoga class and felt better by the end. The troublesome thought to me though is just how far down that man's comment could plunge me. And does that mean I would have felt elevated if he had said I was pretty? He may not be that hard up but it sure seems that I may be. Ten years ago I would have laughed in his face. Sixteen days until 60? Not so easy to dismiss a stupid comment.

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Back Home

2007-04-29T16:51:00.000-05:00

I've been home for a week and I'm still tired. Is it age or just not getting to bed on time? But tonight is a wonderful stay at home sit on the couch with my long time live in companion night. I realize I haven't told you about him. We have been together for almost six years and yes, it was love at first sight. My life was very out of balance back then and every part of me fought bringing him into it. But from the first day of our living together he made it better. Like any couple we've been through a lot together but those experiences have only brought us closer (he's sitting right next to me with his head on my shoulder). We never have spoken the actual words "I love you" but we look in each others eyes and tell each other that way. Works for me! He had to have bladder surgery last January and the thought of not ever cuddling with him again was just terrible. But he's fine now and I pray we will continue to be together for a long, long time. I only wish he walked on two feet instead of four paws, had skin instead of fur, and could loose the tail. Other than that my Mischa dog and I have a trully marvelous relationship.
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God's Sense of Humor

2007-04-23T09:33:00.000-05:00

I almost made it out of the city without one last NY experience-- but not quite.

I decided to hire a car to drive me to LaGuardia today. Both Brandon and Liz had to work and it was the general consensus of opinion that Mom did not know her way around well enough to hop on the subway,get off, transfer,and then board a bus to the airport. Brandon was there for the pick up but only God would be there for the delivery. Since everyone in NY looks like they are really asking a lot from him I thought it best to leave him alone for my little trip.Hence, the car. Anyway,

"the car" sounded so, well, o.k. o.k. important. "The car" turned out to be a dirty, beat up old van with no air conditioning and a driver who wanted to hold and kiss my hand the entire trip. I had no trouble pulling it away he just had trouble leaving it that way. When he asked how old I was I thought I had this tug of war solved. Loudly announcing I would soon be 60 truly startled him. Saying over and over he didn't believe me something finally made him accept the fact that yes, indeed ,we were almost 20 years apart. After a few moments of silence Mr. Car Driver turned and said "I love older women". I was grateful we made it to the terminal faster than expected and laughed thinking to myself what a sense of humor God has." See how much fun feeling important is Dee?" Thank you God. Next time it's you and me. I know we will do just fine together.

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Serious As A New York Minute

2007-04-23T05:12:00.000-05:00

My visit with Brandon is over. My impression of how he is doing? Great. My impression of NY? Overwhelming. Just getting anywhere in the city requires mass transit which means mass human contact. Riding the subway is a sociology and psychology class combined. You begin to understand the herd mentality as well as the passive standerby phenomenon that allows so many to witness gross tragedies and do nothing to help. You literally numb out to the humanity and forget that it is conprised of humans. I decided there are only three expressions alloted to the NY city subway riders--worn out, hypervigilent, and insane. I saw so many men that looked like the crazy subway ghost in the movie "Ghost" I stopped being amused. It made me sad. The trip on the Staten Island Ferry was no different. The view of the Statue of Liberty was -yes- absolutely awesome. I thought of my Grandfather at 8 or 9 bringing his 3 younger brothers to meet his father in NY after his mother had died in Russia. I looked around the boat and realized there is no "real" American. The sound of all the different languages being spoken at the same time reminded me of the buzzing heard around a giant bee hive. I closed my eyes and it was beautiful.
I had been on the Staten Island Ferry as a little girl 50 years ago with my parents. I gave thanks to God I was back again with one of my own grown children. Life really is a circle isn't it?
And now on to Central Park. I was so excited to go but, again, the crowds were enormous. It felt like Disney World and completely defies the meaning of a park to me. I kept hearing the music from "Barefoot in the Park" but couldn't see the park for all the people in it. Yes, there were people having picnics, adorable babies in strollers, big dogs, little dogs, and lovers holding hands. But they weren't sprinkeld here and there. They were all over covering every inch of Central Park ground. Thousands trying to believe they are the only ones there. I guess if you live here long enough you eventually can pull that state of mind off.Then you become insane-riding the subway back and forth able to pretend you're living a normal life.

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Reunion

2007-04-20T22:58:00.000-05:00

As soon as I saw him tears were getting in the way of being able to look at him. When did he grow up and become so independent that it has been 2 months shy of a year since our last hug? I want his childhood back. Where's the magic wand? The click of the ruby slippers? Backgrond music playing. "When You Wish Upon A Star"? I'll even take Robin Williams in full genie costume. GIVE ME BACK THOSE YEARS!! I wasted so many precious moments with all three of my children because I was young and foolishly thought those moments would never end. But they did and in the most underhanded, sly way possible. One day at a time year after year. That's what all the tears are about.
Brandon and I hugged far longer than what was comfortable for this 24 year old very understated and private young man .But he was gracious and humored his Mom. He also showed me graciousness by taking the day off from a very demanding job in an intense New York law firm to pick me up and make sure I didn't spend my up and coming retirement years stranded at La Guardia airport. All the children know my sense of direction and know how literally that could have happened. After a bus ride and a subway ride and 10 blocks of walking we were at his place by Prospect Park in Brooklyn. His apartment is in a wonderful old building and is absolutely adorable. As is his girlfriend.. They have been together for 2 years (their anniversary is tomorrow) and are wonderful together. Her name is Elizabeth and even though people call her Liz I feel she is far too pretty, sophisticated and savey to shorten that perfect name for her.But just so she won't think I'm stuffy and formal I call her Liz as I transpose it to "Elizabeth".in my mind.

Today Brandon went to work and Liz-Elizabeth and I did a N Y.shopping day. It was close to 12 hours of non stop walking, talking laughing, and --walking. We met Brandon for lunch and then he joined us around 6 on the 5th floor of Saks 5th Avenue. THE Saks 5th Avenue. Just the smell of the store is heaven. The contents? Way beyond nirvana (the place not the band). My Crown Financial classmates will be proud. I came in under budget! At close to 8:30 we all had dinner at Whole Foods and by 9:04 we were back on the subway heading home. As I had done yesterday on my first ever subway ride I observed the other passengers. And again I thought how worn out everyone looked Brandon and I had discussed this at length because it not only shocked me but saddened me for these people. Could living in N. Y.be worth it? As I was looking at the different worn out souls around me tonight Brandon leaned down and said "remember the conversation we had last night about the people on the subway? Right now you look just like that" I literally gasped. In less than 24 hours I had attained the N. Y.subway look. So much for judgement calls. .

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Travel

2007-04-19T06:27:00.000-05:00

I'm on my way to visit my second born who now lives in the city of New York. It has been almost a year since I have laid eyes on him and I know I'll cry for 10 minutes when I finally spot him at the airport. It will be an awful Mom moment for him but a moment of heaven for me. I never thought I would be away from any of my children for that long a time. However, watching the terrible events the last few days involving the students at VA Tech made me grateful that they are all alive--no matter where they live.

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2007-04-12T19:26:00.000-05:00

I looked at my hands today and saw my Grandmother's hands. I loved them on her but on me? When did this happen? I'm going to visit one of my sons next week. He moved to New York last year and it is the longest we have been apart. I have missed him so much that, at times, it
has been hard to talk to him on the phone. I wonder if he will think my hands look old?
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AARP

2007-04-01T15:04:00.000-05:00

O.K., O.K., O.K. I admit it. I'm a card carrying AARP member. I avoided it for ten years but now, well, uh , maybe the discounts are worth the public acknowledgement of turning 60. The other public acknowledgement of this major birthday is waiting in doctor's offices for age related medical screenings. The pictures they are showing me now are not waving. They are shots of parts of my body I had no desire to ever see. And the results I wait to hear have nothing to do with the gender of my offspring. I am trying to be very glibe about all this but actually I hate every part of it. Getting poked and prodded to determine if I have a life threating disease gives me a major anxiety attack. Knowing a lot of other people feel this way gives me not one minute of relief. Anyone have any suggestions? Anyone know how they could tie these tests into a plastic surgery procedure? This would make them much more palatable.

On a much different note. I have a long time friend who is a stay at home mom. Every so often she will call and tell me she does not feel like she is contributing anything. This beautiful young woman takes care of two little children wonderfully, does all of her famlies chores, makes her husbands lunches, encourages him to reach for his dreams while struggling to feel worthwhile being "just a homemaker". She has no idea that she is living what once was my dream. And I'm sure it was my children's dream too.

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2007-03-08T04:07:00.000-05:00

Every day since starting this project I have been fighting to keep from admiting "I'm scared". Yes, I've always hated being afraid of anything but honestly, I didn't know what I was afraid of - I just knew this anxious feeling was always there whenever I thought about this whole age thing. This morning as I was reading my inspirational literature for the day it came to me. I have always believed we are here to help each other and to give to each other. My fear is that as I grow older will I still be able to contribute or worse will I have anything to contribue? So many of my personal references of older people are of ones who have grown more bitter and more selfish. No one wants to be around them. I desperately need to know I will still have valuable things to contribute and the energy to do it.

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2007-03-04T16:13:00.000-05:00

I keep wanting a do-over. I want to do my whole life over with the knowledge and wisdom of now but the years stretching before me of then.

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2007-03-04T08:18:00.000-05:00

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2007-02-20T03:31:00.000-05:00

Random thoughts:

Is it age and stage or just good sense--I have no idea why an emotionally disturbed, self absorbed, constantly chewing gum, little girl-woman should make front page, all over the news headlines because she shaved her head. The mother in me who has 3 grown children is screaming "where are your babies?" The mental health counselor in me is screaming "call DCF!" And while I'm on current events involving infamous blonds- I am sick every time I see Howard K. Sterns face and can only think that behind every bad addiction is a good enabler (an article about this will be posted on our website by Monday). On a different note I am not too far gone in age to think Mario Lopez is gorgeous. However, I did have to call my 22 year old daughter Kristina and ask her who Mario Lopez was. She is always wonderful to her Mother and did not make me feel like an ancient fool for not knowing. I still don't know what made him a star to qualify him for "Dancing With The Stars" but I do think he should have won. I'm just thrilled he didn't shave his head in protest.

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6 Months to Sixty

2007-02-04T05:12:00.000-05:00

It's time to talk body.
About eight months ago I went to the only wedding I was glad to be part of (including my own). The bride is the hub the wheel of The Life Works Group centers around and the groom is the reason I am a Lifeworks team member. Both of them are intelligent, attractive, young, and enormously driven to succeed in their careers. The big difference, however, is that they are both driven to help others succeed as well. Quite a pair! The wedding was as beautiful as the bride and of course I cried. I cried even more when I saw the Lifeworks Group picture and there on my body was a sagging crepey bare arm. When did THAT happen? I started to panic as it was only a hop, skip, and a jump (and I'm not so sure I could do that either) being a total Sharpei look-a-like. I'm not going to go into all the other sagging parts I found but it was time to take action. Plastic surgey is out for now but there had to be other things. I have a wonderful friend, Deserie, who works for a top plastic surgeon in
Orlando (Dr. Thomas Fiala) and she was able to set up time with Rebecca. Rebecca is the Titan queen in Dr. Fiala's office and the Yoga diva outside the office. I adore her. We started with the Titan skin treatments (it's a laser that renews your own collagen) and they were intense but worth it on two levels. My skin does look tighter and firmer without surgery and I had an opportunity to becomes friends with Rebecca. She's younger than I-- these day's who isn't? -- but has the wisdom and experiences in life to be my peer. She has this great head of wild hair, beautiful eyes, flawless skin, a deep commanding voice, and tatoos. Can you just imagine HER stories!? With all that I had to try her yoga class on Saturday mornings. Thinking it had just been a few years since my last attempt at a head stand I pranced into class eager to show off my full lotus. HA. I thought someone was cracking walnuts beside me until I realized those were my bones trying to do what I did thirty five years ago not five years ago. I know I would not have gone back for more had I not liked Rebecca so much and felt so good after just one class. I've been going since before Christmas and I can really see and feel my body changng. I have also been helped by the breathing and focusing part of the yoga discipline. More to come on this part.
Anyway, the body is better and I thank Rebecca for that.

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2007-01-16T21:08:00.000-05:00

As I listened to a young girl tonight tell me about her 13th birthday party I recalled mine. This amazes me as I have no idea what I did for my 23rd, 33rd, 43rd, or 53rd birthday. But the 13th birthday party? Easy. Sherry Poston, the Muller twins, Kathy Harbert, and Suzy Seigle. They were all there to help celebrate and now we are all almost sixty years old. I would love to have another party and see you all again and hear all your stories. And I want to ask you all the same question; "was it what you expected it to be--this experience we call life?" I welcome your answer to this question because I'm not so sure I have one yet.
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Six Months to 60!

2007-01-15T20:34:00.000-05:00

My 88 year old Father is not speaking to me. His 78 year old girlfriend hates me and made him choose sides. This feels very strange at my age. Did my mind float over to The Magic Kingdom in Fantasyland and think things would be different? Sonny and Cher got it right; The Beat Goes On.
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2007-01-15T15:34:00.000-05:00

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Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 22:31:09
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As I watched the body of the late President Gerald R. Ford being taken down the 45 steps of the Capital building for the beginning of his state funeral nothing but cliches cluttered my mind. "Life is over so soon", "I remember that like it was yesterday", "when did the Ford children grow so old?"
Gerald Ford became President as my children would say way back in 1974. I was into staying thin. The nation was into Watergate. I vaguely recall Nixon waving goodbye from the helicopter but I vividly recall Maureen Dean. She sat behind her then husband John Dean as he testified for days at the Watergate trial. She was so poised, chic, and thin. As I said I was really into being thin. Maureen, where are you now? If I'm turning 60 than you hit it a few years ago. How did it feel? Are you still beautiful and are you still thin? Please let me know because I really struggled in December.
Trying to start anything at that time of year is like trying to find that one flea on your dog that is driving both of you crazy--you can't. Nothing is open (except stores and chocolate shops) , no one is working, and everyone is waiting for the new year. Time is ticking people. Sixty is right around the corner and now I'm turning into a cliche. Maureen Dean hear my plea. Be my inspiration as you were back then when I was 27. Tell me how to turn 60.
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Six Months to 60!

2006-12-07T20:50:00.000-05:00

Like Cher, the Donald, Sly, and Susan Lucci--I Deedra Hunter, will be turning sixty this year. Every day 7,918 other well known and not so well known baby boomers willl do the same thing. This brings no comfort at all since I am not in touch with any of these peers to ask them how it feels. Would someone please confirm I am not the only one growing old while waiting to grow up? My approximate 25,000 conscious days have been about "when I am I will be" Well, dear, hate. to tell you but turning sixty pretty much says I am what I am and I have already become what I will be. But does it? Join me for the next 6 months and let's find out together what turning sixty can really be like. Will I wake up on my birthday wearing Depends instead of Victoria's Secret? Will I start craving early bird specials? Is it absolutely too late to sing and dance at Disney World? Well, let's see. I'm going to work on my body, mind, and soul to get in the best shape I can--for a soon to be sixty year old woman. As the saying goes " a journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step" and I would love to have some walking buddies. Join me.

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