Red Rocker*

Gray hair, sore muscles, yet I thrive / I still rock out to Pearl Jam’s “Alive” / I’m a Gen X grandma and that’s no jive / This is me at FIFTY-FIIIIIIIIVE

*With sincerest apologies to Sammy Hagar for butchering his lyrics.

So, yeah, I had a birthday last week. The original idea was to pair the silly song lyrics with a flattering full-frontal nude, but we didn’t get a chance to shoot last weekend and so we used the final scheduled shots from the latest nighttime shoot, instead. We were going to do a quick session today, but we had to push it to tomorrow because — and how’s this for adulting? — we spent the afternoon looking at quartz countertop samples as our first-choice selection is now out of stock.

And on the topic of being old farts, the junk removal from the basement/bonus room downstairs allowed us access to some shelving units we haven’t looked at in years, one of which was stacked full of board games. We had a great time going through them, packing away classics like Life, Scrabble, Sorry, and Stratego for the move to Texas, and disqualifying others. (Games that are trivia-related are pretty out of date after 30 years or so, right?) Much to Holden’s chagrin, it looks like we’re going to have plenty of items to make a garage sale worthwhile, once the weather cools off. At least one of us is excited about that! ~C