WE'RE NOT DEAD...OOPS, OLD YET!

I'm back home after five days in Palm Desert with Hubby and three days in La Quinta with friends. I had a lot of time to relax and reflect, and one of the things I reflected on was this "getting old" thing. I used to chuckle to myself when I'd hear "old" people say, "I don't want to live in one of those senior places with all those old people". Now I understand completely. I'm still 40. Well, not really, but in my mind I'm 40 and 40 I shall stay. Actually, 50 was okay, too, so if I have to age I'll get to 50 and then stop.

Awhile back I changed my status from "working part-time" to "semi-retired". Right about the same time I joined a swimming aerobics class that consisted of primarily "really retired" seniors. I also started taking courses at the local university in their "gerontology" program for seniors. I dropped out of both and have taken up art classes in a private studio and spent the summer there with children and younger women. I'm soon going to start a "low impact" aerobics class with my former trainer who told me I can't call it the "old people" class. I'm also going back to "working part-time" status. Why? I'm not old, that's why.

This weekend in the desert was a "blast" to quote my nearest and dearest. Our friends, Rich and Teri, invited us along with Tom and Darlene and Tom and Amy, to stay in their lovely home in La Quinta. We ate, drank a little wine, laughed, bobbed in the pool, talked for hours on end about anything and everything, and played lots of cards. I think we solved all of the world's problems this weekend, if they would only listen to us. Yes, we talked about social security and medicare, and a few aches and pains, but it really wasn't much different than when we were all young and talking about things that went along with earlier ages. All of our conversations were spirited and lively. It was great fun. And the weekend proved that we're not old yet. 

Labor Day Boomer Weekend

No, I didn't go to Yellowstone this weekend and I didn't take this picture, but isn't it gorgoeous? I just might have to paint it.

Okay, big weekend in boomertown OC. Friday night we went to "the club" and had dinner with Tom and Amy in celebration of their 39th wedding anniversary. We sat out on the patio, listened to music, and visited with various other friends, then we went in to have a lovely dinner. On the way to "the club", hubby and I had a little discussion about, "Did you every think we would be Country Club People?" Actually, I never did. I didn't even give it a thought. I grew up in a working class family and we lived from paycheck to paycheck. Funny thing is, when we talk with others at the country club, we all grew up the same way. Boomers kind of fit into that era where we were able to work hard, make lots of money, and live the life our parents weren't able to. Interesting.

Last night we went to dinner at a lovely couple's home in Laguna Niguel, where two other couples joined us. They were high school connections of my "hubby". Wonderful people. We sat on the balcony of their home, drank our cocktails and watched the ocean sunset, then went in to one of the best dinners I've had in a long time. I did tell "hubby" he'd better start saving some money because we're due for a major remodel in Fullerton. Especially after seeing this house. OMG!

Tonight I cooked dinner for two former colleagues of my "hubby" and their wives. We had a great time eating, drinking, laughing...we seem to do that a lot in the OC.

Tomorrow the familia is coming over for dinner. We're BBQ'ing tri-tips. One for Andy and one for the rest of us. Hey, that's the way it is when there's a teenage football player in the family.

Lovin' life in the OC.