For many months I have been lurking on Ronni Barrett's Times Goes By blog [see side bar] which is well worth the lurk! But she also links to a long list of what she calls Proud Elder Bloggers and even has a feature called "Where Elders Blog" with pictures of their blogging grounds/corner/space/office. So I finally sent in a picture of my workspace which is above.
I hesitated for these several months, although I've checked out most of those whose spaces are on view, about sending in the picture partly because I was not sure I wanted to call myself a "proud elder blogger". Yes, I named this blog Big 7-0... to force myself to tell the truth about my age but, as I said a few posts ago, I'm not sure what to call myself when I call myself. I bit the bullet. I'm an elder, a blogger. How proud? I don't quite know. Opinionated, yes, and even judgmental, possibly too often. I kind of like the word "seasoned" but it leads me to think about garlic and rosemary and thyme ... ah, yes, thyme with it's pun. Then there's sage -- I like that spicy pun too.
Enough wordplay. I like red, as you can guess. I used to say blue was my favorite color and I do like blue and especially turquoise, also periwinkle but I think I like red even more. I like my MacBook because I can literally put it on my lap as I work or browse or read emails and blogs. The view out my window is not visible in the photo but it's mostly green and blue and sometimes goose and crow and various neighbors going to their cars in the parking lot. Sometimes the blue turns gray and wet and of course black. But in the morning it is sunrise of many sorts and colors.
So that's where this proud elder blogger blogs. I recommend both Ronni blog and the list of elder bloggers -- opinions and styles, geography and gender vary.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!