…I am in a funky place. It’s called turning 66, a horrid number to me.
I remember celebrating when my dear Dad turned 66, and how he, the former Milwaukee detective, seemed so old….and yet not. He had a lust for life, and though his many silent and not-so-silent strokes debilitated him, he was always strong.
As was my Mother, a short, compact Greek girl. Unfortunately, she passed in January of 1982 of the devastation of ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disesase), which precipitated my Dad’s first stroke.
66. It means I am closer to 70 than 60. How do I deal with that?
Almost 33 years ago (half my life!), I was sent by the Milwaukee Stagehands union, IATSE Local 18, down here to Chicago–as a painter/carpenter person. The LA painter boss grabbed me…and said, “She’s ours!”, before the carpys even knew what was happening. For the next 87 days, I was a painter, on “The Blues Brothers”–no, I’ll take that back, because on my second day on the job, I was designated “Stand-by Signwriter”, and received a substantial raise. And there I worked, in a warehouse with 53 men.
It was hard work (7 days a week, 9 hours a day, with a lot of overtime pay)…but a really fun time. Even though I am not in the credits of the film, I look back fondly…I made some inroads for many talented women.
I suggested the above glitter app, and got an OK from John Lloyd…and it worked out well!
I am very happy to still be among the living, YOU, my followers and readers. And I shall spend tomorrow photographing at the Lincoln Park Conservatory and Lincoln Park Zoo…so expect some fun shots!