Time Passes

It just dawned on me today that I am a septuagenarian.  Have been for a few years. It sounds really old to me. At least I have some time until I am an octogenarian, I hope. You never know. And I am sort of in shock hearing the Purple One has died.  Prince was/is one of my favorites even though I am old enough to be his mother.  Some of my favorite fun times happened with his music playing in the background. He was also a favorite of my now in-their-forties sons.  I had tapes of his music that the kids walked off with, more than once until I quit replacing them.  Dearly beloved We are gathered here today . I'm sad.

These two grand-girls have turned 15. We used to call them the twins. It's the fair haired one's 15th birthday today and the dark haired one turned 15 a month ago. One referees sports events for younger kids and the other is a student medical assistant at high school games. They are both freshman. They are both hard workers. Both shy, one sings and is in the choir, the other won't sing but does her own version of stand-up comedy, loudly. They were attached at the hip and shared a room until they were about 8 and became not-friends.  They have only started speaking civilly to each other this year. I think it might be because they are old enough to have their own friends and their own vision of what their lives might be. Oh, and it can't hurt that no one calls them the twins anymore. They both have boy friends. OMG!




And so it begins...