#birthdays – The Dragonfly Jar

Bollygood

You will have wondered how I have been ploughing my way through my smorgasbord of birthday experiences – each adventure gifted to me on the event of my 60th birthday after some shameless begging of chums to treat me to something that I may not have experienced before. In my defence, I was extremely broke…

Late to the party

For the first time ever I have been commissioned to write a follow up blog. Admittedly my patron was a little bit wobbly bob at the time she tasked me with this new project, but I distinctly heard her ask someone to take our photo for her ‘follow up birthday post’ ; far be it…

In denial

My oldest friend is in denial about turning sixty. For once I am ahead of the game (being that much older than she is) and I am able to tell her that she will love every minute. I can also offer my friend the gift of pronouncing to the world that tomorrow is her 60th…

Tequila little time

Since writing about the art of spectating in my last blog, the world has opened up to me in a pleasing fashion; I now have a guilt-free and legitimate reason to watch life pass me by, and some friends have invited me in from the cold to come inside and watch ‘interesting things’ with them….

Branching out

I am back to report that reaching Level 60 in this game called Life is absolutely fab – I can only apologise for my curmudgeonly approach to the Big Day back in December. I am now older and wiser. ‘Reaching 60’ sounds ancient, whereas ‘Level 60’ in gaming terms infers that I have ‘levelled up’ and earned…

Navigating 60 Something

News flash, this blog will not be able to rest on its ‘fifty-something’ laurels once the clock strikes midnight later and there is a more likelihood that I will awake tomorrow as an overripe pumpkin rather than as a fairy-tale princess. I am not particularly bothered by the number – it is a privilege to…

My PW

Rain has been the main cause of my quietness lately – and perhaps dark nights, and the fact that I am not a fan of November – but rain needs to take a large share of responsibility for literally raining on every parade I have participated in; it is hard not to take this personally….

Back up

Since last Sunday, I have been admitting to myself that I have only one more year in which to use my ‘fifty-something’ tag-line on this blog. On my birthday, I wake up to snow – I read this as a metaphorical warning – and decide to make the most of things for another 12 months…