Can we have a forum for "older" people with bc?

I had my first car accident today. I was in the left turn lane following the car ahead of me and wasn't paying close enough attention to the light and ended up going thru a red light and oncoming traffic got my front fender. No one was hurt, the air bags went off in the other car. My car is still driveable. I'll call the car repair shop tomorrow and make an appointment.

Glad you weren't hurt!

Beautiful day again here. Went to church, then came home and sat in the sunshine for a little while. Enjoying the cooler, less humid weather , while we can Just got back from another gourmet meal, at Denney's! When we got married, I told DH I wasn't going to cook 7 days a week. Either he cooked, Haha or we went out. So much we can't eat anymore, he's sugar free and me gluten free. I was a baker, more than a cook.

I look like I was holding onto him.... Hah!

I love all the wedding pictures! And Joan, welcome back—and good to finally see you in your avatar! Hard to believe you’re three years older than I am (must admit that in my avatar I was only 62).

Puffin, bummer about the collision but glad you’re okay. (I imagine if your car could talk, it might be saying, “yeah, but you should see the other guy”). Highly unusual to reach our age before having a first accident. And it looks like it won’t cost too much to fix your car (probably about twice your deductible if that much).

Bob & I met in college when we ran against each other for student gov’t and both won (35 candidates for 8 seats, he came in first and I came in second). We were seated alphabetically—his name begins with A and my maiden name with B—so familiarity breeds…even more familiarity. We got married three weeks after we graduated, and both sets of parents nixed a civil ceremony because that’s what they’d been stuck with back in the day (since I’m Jewish & he’s not, it took awhile to find a rabbi willing to marry us. And the chaplain of the college’s Newman Club blessed our reception). We moved to Seattle the very next day so he could start grad school for his PhD in Genetics. I worked as a tech in the lab of another Genetics prof. until I started law school. When I graduated from law school, he got his PhD and entered med school as a third-year student (having had all the 1st & 2d year curriculum while pursuing his PhD). His stipend, matched by his parents, got us through my law school years, and then I supported us till he got his MD. We moved to Chicago, & didn’t think we could afford kids till he got through his residency. By then we’d been married 12 years. Got preggers right off the bat, but miscarried. Took us another year to conceive again—in fact, I found out I was pregnant at our first fertility counseling appt. A few more early miscarriages after we tried to give Gordy a sibling told us that we probably weren’t destined to have more than one kid—Bob is the only son of an only son of an only son. June 27th was our 46th anniv. And Gordy will be 33 in Oct.

Last night I went outside to pick up the feral cat food dishes............ skunk.

I tip toed back inside and shut the doors and windows. ;o))

We can develop gratitude for all conditions, good or bad. Each has its necessary place in our development as healthy, happy people. We need the sorrows along with the joys if we are to gain new insights. Our failures keep us humble; they remind us of our need for the care and guidance of others. And for every hope dashed, we can remember, one will be realized. -unattributed

I've been catching up with camillegal on the *how about drinking?* thread.

She has been in the hospital and now rehab for severe pain. (

Chevy, Adding my wishes for a wonderful Birthday!

Happy birthday, Chevy!

With each new day I put away the past and discover the new beginnings I have been given. -Angela L. Wozniak

Hi all, I wrote two posts and both disappeared. We all know how that feels!
Thanks for the kind words and welcome after my being away from here for a few months.
I have a lot of reading to do still!
I had other things to say, but for now, just want to wish Happiest of Birthdays to Chevy who makes us smile, laugh out loud, and who shows us how it's done...to live long and do it well!
Here's to many more, Chevy!!

Weather extremes are always harder to take in areas where they're unexpected. Coldest day I ever felt was standing in line at Disneyland one March: 40F, wind & rain and wearing thin unlined Isotoner gloves and a raincoat whose zip-in-lining I'd left back home in Chicago because hey, I was going to L.A. in the springtime, right? And heat waves are especially cruel in places like Seattle where most people don't have air conditioners—central or otherwise.

Nice day today—thunder & towering clouds but no rain. It will storm tomorrow. Why? Because I have a mani-pedi appt. in the morning and I have to wear thong sandals. There will be puddles. Always rains or snows on pedi day. I have been playing keep-away with the squirrels & my tomato plants. Leaves are beginning to yellow on one of them, but I just picked three that were a nice shade of orange—despite their not being as big as I'd have liked them, much less red—because I saw a squirrel in the adjacent magnolia tree & grapevines casing the joint. Last year, every time I'd look at a ripening 'mater and thought, “just one more day," the next morning I'd find it on the ground with a chunk bitten out of it. Meanwhile, the four that fell off during a downburst last week that knocked the whole plant over—18” pot and all--are still hard and green on the windowsill. If they don't begin to ripen w/in a couple of weeks, time to make fried green tomatoes. I have about 30 or so still on the vine. Ate two thus far and have three in various stages of ripeness in the basket on the kitchen table. Forty tomatoes from six plants isn't exactly a bumper crop, but it's the best we've done to date. Of course, even though I reuse the pots, cages & stakes, at three bucks per seedling, and who knows how much for 40 qts. of soil, I might just break even by the time we've eaten the last one.

Contemplating how we came to be here is like trying to find the ends of space. We find no answers, only wonder and awe and gratitude for being invited. Counting our blessings leads to a desire to give something back. Thus begins the path of service, the fruit of our journey, the gateway to joy. -Dan Millman

Bonnets, I feel for you with black walnut stains. They are the hardest to get rid of.

Sandy, we do light skits, Golden girls, Lucy and such. Some are taken from old TV shows, some written by our leader or others in the troop. We have scripts, though sometimes the adlibs get more laughs. As I say, we are light and don't need to memorize, but read! Working on our fall production. Have quite a few dates already. They must like us as they ask us back!