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Three Getting Older Thoughts for Thursday

It’s disconcerting to discover several books considered cutting edge literature during my childhood are categorized as “classics” in Wilbor’s free downloadable library.
It’s also disconcerting to realize the man of steel and I have been married 37 years. Where did the time go?
Most disconcerting of all was having to explain to the adorable toddler who visited our house last weekend that the Fisher Price pull toy fished out of the attic was a phone…and then demonstrate how to use it.

Could someone please explain the rules of soccer? Chanting U-S-A…U-S-A…is kinda fun. But it might be exhilarating I knew what we’re all chanting about.
Attention all sour cherry pickers: The stains on your fingers will disappear within hours. But the stains on your nice, white tank top are permanent. Don’t ask how I know this.
Happiness = four generations of family together to celebrate Independence Day.

What’s making you happy this Independence Day? Leave a comment.

My fortieth class reunion was so much fun, but I left with the same thoughts everyone else did: First, the evening felt like one spent with our high school classmates’ parents. Second, high school cliques are passe after graduation.
People who gravitate to conspiracy theory thinking should never, ever, ever watch House of Cards with Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright. Trust me on this!
Brian Jay Jone’s book Jim Henson: The Biography is a fascinating look at a creative mind at work. Best reading of the summer so far. How about for you?

Mom demonstrated an advantage of memory loss when someone at our family reunion showed her the Courtin’ Onions post from last Friday. Her response to the tale that exasperated her when it was first written? “That’s a cute story, Jolene. Thanks for writing it.”
This weekend at a McDonald’s in a city that shall remain unnamed, I ordered the $1.00 soda and handed the server a dollar bill. She said, “That will be 64¢,” rang it up, then handed over a cup and the change. It takes a lot to render me speechless, but that did the trick.
For the next 2 days, I’m presenting and learning at the Iowa Christian Writers Conference with Cec Murphy, Shelly Beach, Wanda Sanchez, Mary Kenyon Potter, and other great workshop leaders. No doubt, their collective wisdom will render me speechless once again.

How can we possibly give the remaining World War 2 vets who took part in the D-Day invasion proper thanks for what they did, for risking their lives to make our world a better place?
Back in the 1950s and 60s, little girls watched westerns set in the olden days to learn how to boil water, to gather clean sheets, and to wring their hands while hardy pioneer women birthed their babies. In 2014, girls watch Call the Midwife set in the olden days of the 1950s and 60s to learn how to boil water, to gather clean sheets, and to coach women who are birthing their babies. I fervently hope that in the 2050s and 60s, little girls don’t learn how to boil water and gather clean sheets by watching grainy cell phone videos of their mothers giving birth to them. Talk about TMI!
At the risk of tooting my own horn, I recently discovered my latent green thumb. Turns out I have particular talent for growing weeds.

What’s your greatest gardening talent? Leave a comment.

When friends suffer a tragic loss, asking God to hold back the darkness around them seems like such a small prayer.
New word alert! Sadvertizing, as in pull-at-the-heartstrings-advertising. The Proctor and Gambles Tribute to Moms ads during the Olympics are an example.
Last week, an indigo bunting perched on the fence across our gravel road. When I get to heaven, it will be filled with them.

What will populate your heaven? Leave a comment.