| Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones I am 39!!! •
With three birthdays in August here at the newspaper office, there’s
been a lot of talk about “getting older.” Not that any of us are
getting any older, thank you very much! Mary
Minor from the Extension Service dropped by the office Tuesday morning
and she’s going to have a birthday this year also. Imagine that -- a
great many of us are going to be 39 (again) all in the same year. “I don’t think I’m grown up yet,” Mary said laughing. I
have to agree with that. My body may be that of a 39(+)-year-old
person, but my insides aren’t quite that old yet. My insides and my
brain are stuck somewhere in my early pre-teens I think. I’ve
learned not to look in the mirror -- that shatters my mind-set and it
takes a couple hours to get everything set back to my “real” age of
teenish! Then, Lois Swanee sent her article in
and, lo and behold, it was about aging (I’d like to know her secret!).
I laughed out loud at several of her comments; going so far as to read
a couple of them aloud. Sunday, just before
church service started, several of us in the congregation were talking
about a lady who had recently passed away -- and someone said, “She
wasn’t old, she was only 72.” Amen! • This is a secret, do not tell my husband! I bought a nail gun! I’ve
always loved the Food Network and recently, I’ve become addicted to DIY
and HGTV as well. Now, I not only see how to cook; I am learning how to
rebuild the kitchen -- indoors or out. I truly love those outdoor
kitchens! I’ve watched Rock Solid, with the two
stonemason cousins, enough that I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be any
trouble at all to throw one of those massive stone
grill/sink/refrigerator things together. It would only take a couple
tons of fieldstone and I’d be ready to go! Before I tackle a massive fieldstone project though, I am going to do some minor renovations in my teeny, tiny kitchen. One
of my projects is an extension of my cabinets -- all the way to the
ceiling. That’s where the nail gun comes in. I’m going to be nailing
“stuff” to the kitchen ceiling for supports. My
friend Jane has a Skil saw that she’s going to loan me -- and I’ll tell
you a secret about it if you promise not to tell her husband -- she was
working with the saw in her attic; it slipped out of her hands and she
very nearly lost her big toe on one foot. It still makes me sick to
think about that... But, shelves and cabinetry
must go on. Jane finished her project with the saw and has gone on to
many others -- she’s even installed a cat door! “I am woman, hear me roar!” “We’re not getting older, we’re getting better!” I’d join the Gray Panthers, but I’m not old enough yet...
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