Vintage Playground

Vacations to my home state of N. Dak. always come with mixed emotions. 

As we drove through this little town's park I spied a 'slippery slide'! "Oh! Blake!" I cried. "I have to take its picture." Then I knew I had to climb it, so I gave him my phone with a few instructions. I hadn't seen one of these since graduating high school. 

It felt stable and I believed I could fit under the bar even though I wasn't planning on going down it.

So..... Why not, it looked clean enough but it sure wasn't very slippery. 

The park also had one of these fabulous merri-go-rounds. 

I had to give it a twirl and hubby humored me. 

We made the trip home this year by RV instead of car or plane. It took an extra day coming but we're taking several extra days going back so we can actually have some vacation time of our own. One of my nephews got married and it was the perfect time of year for going home. 

The End of 59

Today is the last day that I'll be 59. Tomorrow I cross over into old lady-hood. Sometimes there's a part inside me that screams with agony about getting old. Other times I feel a gracefulness and peace about it. 

Last month when I colored my hair I just did lowlights rather than covering all the white (which is closely approaching 100%).

This girl has the capability of enhancing both these extremes. "Sit here. Come, get under here." Sorry, the body can't do that as easily anymore. On the other hand, she helps me get into 'play' mode which, as an adult, is hard for this serious old coot to do most of the time.

We went to the Garden and Art Center for our yearly photo shoot. Spent most of the time in the shade rather than the flowers battling mosquitoes. But that will be for another day.

I think I will celebrate today perhaps more than tomorrow.