Pond Soup

I'm dislocated in time - a moment ago I was 30 - and now I'm being told I'll be 60 tomorrow. This is just wrong.

I've started this blog to help in my desperate and probably futile effort to keep current in the way I interact with technology. I've also started a Facebook page. You shouldn't know from it.

This writing thing is hard. What will I write about? Will anyone read? Comment?

But here I am and I'm going to just write and see what happens.

As for bio, I'll be 60 tomorrow (!). Born in NYC, college in CT, live on a mile wide pond 5 miles from Boston for the past 30 years. Kids are gown, house is way too big and quiet. My friends and I have taken to group speak, which is to say that nobody can finish a sentence of more than three words without the help of her friends. We are all struggling with the breathtaking march of time, loss of youth and the bloom having taken permanent leave of the rose. Which is not to say that we are depressed. No, we are generally enjoying the gifts of age, trying to figure it all out, laughing all the way, and feeling good as we take the lead as the aging generation. What is most striking is how wrinkly my hands look as I type this entry. It's always something.