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Share Your World 19, 20, 21

I’ve missed some weeks of Share Your World, so I’m hoping to catch up with a few.


So here are my answers for week 21:

If you were having difficulty on an important test and could safely cheat by looking at someone else’s paper, would you do so? Nope, not even tempted. I don’t understand how people can feel good about claiming something as their own work when it isn’t.

Since adolescence, in what three-year period do you feel you experienced the most personal growth and change?
As a mom, I’m tempted to say the three years after the birth of my first child, but while that was certainly a period of change and growth, it still doesn’t compare to the changes and growth that took place in me after my divorce. Learning that I could be self sufficient took at least those three years, and i’m still learning, but it has been a wonderful process of personal growth for me.

If you could change one thing about your home, what would you like to change?  No More Stairs! I live in a condominium style home that has three floors, and the stairs are becoming very difficult for me. OUr house is for sale actually and I hope to find a cozy apartment on one floor.

If you were given a yacht today, what would you name it?   Merrilly’s Dream.  (pun intended for those that get it)


On to Week 20 (I know, I’m going backwards, it’s how I do things, lol):

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? That’s a hard one. Physically, most of the time I feel about 80, though that’s not really fair because when my mom was alive and well at age 85 she still had a lot more energy than I do. Emotionally? Actually, I feel pretty mature, so I think I am pretty much at home with my age, 60. I know I’m supposed to say I feel young at heart and all that, but do I really? No. My heart is where it is, settled in after 60 years of living, and still enjoying being alive. So even if I didn’t know my age, I’d still guess myself to be on the upper end of the scale.

What is the kindest thing anyone has done for you?  When I was 15 and diagnosed with Hodgkin’s my parents told me the truth. I think that was not only the kindest thing they could do, but the bravest. Never underestimate your children and what they are capable of understanding.

What was your favorite childhood television program? Leave it to Beaver. We watched the originals in black and white, no color tv back then. I wanted to say Star Trek, but I think we weren’t allowed to watch it when I was little, but I caught the reruns when I was older.

Which cooking utensil (other than the usual pots and pans etc) would you miss the most? Cooking utensil? What’s that?


And back again, to Week 19:

Do you believe in ghosts?  I guess it depends on the definition. Actual ghosts, dunno, but energy left behind, that can be felt by some people, yes, I think that’s possible. We all leave our imprint to a degree, and some of that energy can be left behind. I know I’ve had a few experiences that are not so easily explained, so I’m open to at least the idea. And I like to think I’ve had dream visitations on occasion.

What is your best recipe?  The perfect boiled egg. Put eggs in a pan, cover them with water, add a splash of vinegar, and set the heat to medium high. As soon as the water starts to boil (you do need to watch for it) turn off the fire (remove the pan from the heat with electric stoves) then put the lid on and let it set in the hot water for 18 minutes. After that, run them in cold water  for a moment and remove them and let them cool. Perfect cooked eggs every time. You may have to adjust the 18 minutes depending on the size of the eggs. And that is the only recipe I know…

What is your most favorite smell/scent?  Cinnamon.

What subject was your favorite in all of your schooling? Why?  A Creative Writing class I took at University, because it didn’t so much teach as inspire. There were a few basics included, but the emphasis was on creativity and I loved that.


That’s a lot of questions answered and shared. If you’ve stuck around long enough to read all of that, thank you for your patience! If not, that’s okay, too. Thank you Cee, for this and the others – I hope to catch up on reading some of them soon!


It has been a long while since I celebrated birthdays – they are really just one more day to me. And believe it or not, when I say that, I mean it. If it weren’t for friends and relatives sending cards or telling me “Happy Birthday” I’d probably forget what day it was just like any other.

Sure, I appreciate the thoughtful good wishes, who wouldn’t? But when it comes right down to it, on my birthday, I just want to do what I want when I want. I want to have a “me” day. And for several years now, my daughters have finally understood this, that the best gift they can give me is to say, “Happy Birthday, Mom” and “Joyeux Anniversaire, Maman” and then let me go on with my day, no fuss no muss.

I wonder how many other people secretly wish the same? 😉

In most ways, today is just another day.  Mentally, I’ve been thinking of myself as being 60 since the beginning of the year. I often lose track. In fact, there were some years when I had to stop and think about my age to be sure. For example, all through my 58th year I kept thinking I was 59.  And this year, knowing this was my 60th year, I’ve thought of myself as being 60 since the beginning of the year – so that’s another reason why I say birthdays really are just another day to me.

And yet… Sixty.

I’ve been thinnking about that this morning. How it’s supposed to be a milestone. I keep thinking that I’m supposed to shudder and gasp and say, “oh my I’m sixty!” and wail to the heavens about growing older.

But do you want to know what I really feel?


For those of you  who haven’t seen my Life Adapted blog, let me tell you something awesome and amazing. When I was 15, the year of my 16th birthday, 1968, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Cancer of the lymph glands. Back then it was still considered incurable, though they did give me about a 40% chance of surviving 5 years. I guess I fooled them, huh? I finished my radiation treatments at the end of March, just in time to celebrate my 16th birthday. That was 44 years ago.

After cancer, the milestones weren’t birthdays, they were cancer milestones. Six months cancer free, one year cancer free, two years, then five years, then ten. And finally I stopped thinking about milestones altogether and just lived my life as if it never happened. Well, not exactly, of course, because it did happen and I think that is as much of what shaped my life as anything else. It’s probably the reason I learned to live in the moment, appreciate each day as unique and wonderful and special.  A birthday is just another special unique day like all the others.

So, what else am I feeling on this everyday, special, unique day?

Awe. Awe that I have made it to this day. Wonder that I actually grew up, gave birth to two beautiful daughters who are now grown and making their way in the world. So many unexpected feelings are running through me this morning, joy, amazement, even a sense of pride that I made it this far along the road.

Above all, right now as I write this, I feel blessed. Blessed that, through all the ups and downs of my life, I have maintained focus on one thing: The fact that each and every day is a celebration of life.

Good, bad, happy, sad, such a wealth of emotions we go through and each one is unique to the moment, precious, to be lived and experienced and owned. I may occasionally need reminders of this, but I never completely lose sight of it, and if my awareness gets veiled by pain or complications, there are always friends and even strangers to pull the veil away and help me see clearly again.

So yes, I am sixty today, but more than that I am here, now, celebrating one more day of life.

And you know what?

So are you!

Have a wonderful day!