I recently got in touch with a friend from a long time ago--really, lifetimes ago, back when I was a young graduate student at Princeton, about to make a series of decisions (to marry young, to have my first child, to move across the country away from my PhD program) that would set me off down a road of motherhood and work that roll up to the fact that I have never, not once in my life, gone on a vacation by myself, let alone leave my family for ten days, as I am about to do when I go to California for a cancer retreat. He wrote me back and said something like I hope when I reach the end of my days I also --who the hell cares what else he said, does he think I'm at the end of my days? Because I don't think I'm at the end of my days.
Or is this like people yelling support on the sidelines of a marathon, yelling "you're almost there!" which fills you with irrational anger: don't tease me like that, it's only mile 25 and there is over a mile left and that last mile can be so damn hard. Is it like that? I'm essentially at the end of my days and it's splitting hairs to say I'm not, because six months here, six months there, I'm starting to look for lights and tunnels?
I heard an interview with Gloria Steinem this week. She is 81(or she was when she sat for the interview) and she said she fully plans to live to 100. She's not done yet, in the least, and doesn't think 81 is time for dying. And listening to her disembodied voice on the radio, there were no clues that Gloria was anything but fully in life--she could have been 30, or 50, or 80.
I made a delightful lemon cake this week with farm share zucchini. I really can't recommend it enough--it's delicious and easy and pretty enough to be taken to a picnic or a brunch.
Here's the link:
https://www.mybakingaddiction.com/lemon-zucchini-cake/
Or is this like people yelling support on the sidelines of a marathon, yelling "you're almost there!" which fills you with irrational anger: don't tease me like that, it's only mile 25 and there is over a mile left and that last mile can be so damn hard. Is it like that? I'm essentially at the end of my days and it's splitting hairs to say I'm not, because six months here, six months there, I'm starting to look for lights and tunnels?
I heard an interview with Gloria Steinem this week. She is 81(or she was when she sat for the interview) and she said she fully plans to live to 100. She's not done yet, in the least, and doesn't think 81 is time for dying. And listening to her disembodied voice on the radio, there were no clues that Gloria was anything but fully in life--she could have been 30, or 50, or 80.
I made a delightful lemon cake this week with farm share zucchini. I really can't recommend it enough--it's delicious and easy and pretty enough to be taken to a picnic or a brunch.
Here's the link:
https://www.mybakingaddiction.com/lemon-zucchini-cake/
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