Thoughts on turning 59 years young!

There are time when having a birthday doesn't feel good. Like this year, with all that has already happened, divorce, moving, school, no job. Then I had to go and turn 59.

I knew I would grow old sooner or later. I was born in 1950, July of 1950, so thats smack dab in the middle of the year, and smack dab in middle of the century. I remember on every birthday I would figure out how many more year I had to live before the year 2000 rolled around (I think I quit doing that in about 1975, my half way point). I guess it was because the year 2000 represented a mighty mystical change that was supposedly going to happen. Now 9 years after the magical year has come and gone; I'm here and the year 2000 is way back there!!! Ironic!

In the whole big scheme of things, I think turning 59 is really ok. I have my future. It's still, just like everyone else's, a mystery to me. But I have goals. And I wrote them down. So now that I have put pen to paper concerning my goals, they will happen. School isn't drudgery for me like I thought it would be. I enjoy learning, and think that once I finish what I'm doing now, why not just continue?

I find it funny to talk to my children about men in my future. They all freak about it. I didn't mean to marry two men that have perverted tendencies (I'm being nice). So when I get around to it, I would like to date, just date a nice man that just wants to date and enjoy life. Some one that likes movies and yard sales and demo derbys (maybe) and Lagoon and buying popcorn in the movie, and thinks going to the Temple is a sacred occasion and not a dreaded chore! I don't mind going to church by myself, but on occasion it would be nice to have a special friend to set by and hope he can sing on key!! (Please)!!

So to end this entry, I will say that this summer has turned out to be delightfully fun. I have had the opportunity to take care of all 10 of my Logan-Grandchildren, not all at once, but at different occasions. It's been rewarding and I am richly blessed by it. A few of my favorite moments:

Watching the sky for lightening, with 2 little boys on my lap, waiting for the thunder to rumble so that they could get so excited because they knew at any moment there would be a flash of lightening. This went on for about an hour, they never tired of it.

Finding Abbie in the bathroom, shampoo in hand, rubbing it all over her legs, arms, tummy and cheeks, thank goodness for Johnson's no tears!

Having a sleep over with Austin and having him ask me,"Grandma 8 isn't too old to sleep with you is it"? Of course not!

Watching the children run and slide on their slip and slide in cold soapy water, What fun!!

Seeing my 3 Logan children together and without them realizing it, they were expressing their love for each other through their silly banter with each other. Knowing the even though several have had problems in their lives, they still love and accept each other.

Watching Simon learn to pedal, Andrew ride a two wheeler and not even know he isn't even using the training wheels,(he just has to watch where he's going and not at his feet)!

Watching the expression on Ashley's face as she tells of her camping adventure and the skunk, only to later find out that it was a trick and not a real skunk. I think she was more relieved to know it was fake, than mad at the counselor that played the joke.

Seeing Aaron come home covered with welding dirt, a sign to me that he was working hard to learn what he needs to know to better himself.

Setting in the corner recliner in Aaron's livingroom with Austin on one arm, Andrew on the other and Abbie on my lap, each with their own blanket, and watching, once again, Scooby-doo's 900th adventure. Thank goodness for AC and a ceiling fan. Granny gets a little warm with all that company.

Putting Simon and Liam in the bathtub, more toys than water!

Having Casey come over on Thursday mornings so I can take him to "Boys and Girls Club", he had cherry yogurt for breakfast, and later told his Dad that he had pudding with fruit in it for breakfast.

Aiva and her quiet play, never a sound, just silent hugs and sweet disposition.

So that's just part of my great summer, the rest hasn't happened yet. Rest assured, it will happen and I will blog it for my memories.