A favorite blogger writes: "What has happened to all the women who are done with child-rearing? Young voices permeate the blogosphere." What do sixty-something women do with their lives, especially if they do not have full-time jobs? We're here to find that out.
Monday, May 24, 2010
It's been almost 5 years since I started this blog. Do the math. I'm not sixty-five any more. But I'm still here! This year all of my college classmates are "celebrating" a Big Birthday. It's not an official reunion year, but we decided to take action. There was a party in Boston, and another smaller one in New York. I went to both of them. Some observations:
If you are married to a gazillionaire, subtract fifteen years from your real age.
We are survivors, those of us who remain. It's as simple as that. Many of us who didn't know each other 50 years ago feel close simply because of having shared those four years in the same place. I mentioned to one person: we (my roommates and I) were a little afraid of you and your roommates. You wore black. You went out in the night to mysterious destinations. She laughed. I suspect we will become closer.
For me, the Boston party was more about reconnecting with old friends. The New York party was more about making new ones. Good things, both.