Krissie: A Day Off


I’ve got a grandson today, all day (from 8 to 6, which is a bit long), but I’ll see if I can lure him out to the Pirate movie or at least the library. I took this photo yesterday:
Which means Ian and Kate are just at the start of their first, epic kiss. Which is okay, I’ll get to it. Today isn’t a work day, and that’s just fine.
I did go to Taffy’s grave yesterday; I sang her “Happy Birthday.” She would have been 68, and I had the weirdest feeling. She died when she was 64. 64 was the oldest age of my generation — and now I’m there when I’m not 57. After always being the middle child I’m suddenly the oldest. Yes, I know I was before, once she died, but having reached her age it feels … weird.
Anyway, been searching through the pictures from Disney three summers ago, at the conference. So compare this:
My, my. And that wasn’t near my top weight. I really am looking different.
So my task for the day? Not to have a task. To play with Alex. Oh, I can involve him in stuff, like putting stuff out on the desk, etc. But basically I need to let all my responsibilities slide. Just for today.

24 thoughts on “Krissie: A Day Off

  1. Loooookin gooood! And you deserve a day off. So, go enjoy.

    I understand what you said about Taffy’s birthday and then feeling strange that you reached or surpassed her age at passing. I remember having that feeling regarding my father. He died at age fifty one (I was about 18) and as my fifties approached I got all angsty. Now I’m in my sixties and it no longer affects me. But for a while there… .

  2. You are looking fabulous!
    Big hugs for Taffy.
    And yes, have a fun day off and play! It will bring you back to the writing recharged (well, exhausted, too, but still…)

  3. Lois says:

    I had one of my grandsons over last weekend – we did a whole lot of nothing but relaxing. Enjoy your day.

    Thank you so much for sharing about your sister. My sister (my only sibling) was diagnosed 2 yrs. ago this week with a malignant brain tumor. She died less than 8 months later. Needless to say it has been very rough. You can’t imagine what a difference your blog has made to me. After taking care of my parents (who have also died) and then my sister, I thought ‘it’s time to take care of me’. And here you are – becoming more fabulous everyday! You even look a little like her so I really love the pictures every day. Thanks

  4. Courtney says:

    My husband is going through something similar now. In August, he will be 44, which is the same age his mother passed away due to kidney cancer. It’s like it was a mental milestone for him.

    You look amazing, Krissie. You should be so proud of yourself.

  5. My dad died when he was 44 of a heart attack and for awhile approaching that age I was rather angsty about my cholesterol and my heart, but I was fine. Then I was older than he was and it was very weird.

    Mom was almost 71 when she died, so I’ve got another 19 years to go on that one. But Gram was 89, so I can live a very long time if I’m so fortunate.

    I hope you have a wonderful time with your grandson today and that he doesn’t wear you out too much.

  6. My father was completely weirded out by reaching the age at which is father died. And you couldn’t tell him it didn’t have anything to do with him. I think he was shocked to reach that age and then keep living. And for a while he lived like he didn’t expect to live any longer, which is a huge mistake. He’s soon to be 18 years older than his father was when his father died.
    I think if Daddy really believed he’d live that long, he would have taken a lot better care of himself.

  7. Catherine says:

    Photos really do benchmark don’t they. It’s so easy to minimize our efforts sometimes. Well for me quite often actually, because currently I’ve seemed to have plateaued a bit. However I had to photocopy my drivers license . The photo was taken 3 years ago. At the time I thought it wasn’t too bad. Boy has my perspective shifted. I’ve come a long way . Looking at your comparison shots so have you Krissie. Well done.

  8. WOW! Look at you! This comparing thing with photos and you can really see how far you’ve come. You’d have to be pleased about that.
    I never met my wonderful mother in-law, she died at 43. My sister in-law believed she would die at 43, she’s now 62. šŸ™‚ Forget your worries and have a wonderful day with Alex. I hope you do go and see a pirate movie šŸ™‚

  9. Micki says:

    (-: It’s a great photo, though. You look like you are having a good time. Photos remind of you the good times — whether THEN were the good times, or NOW. That’s a great photo because it reminds you of both good times.

  10. jinx says:

    Went out to yard sales today. Not a Lego in sight! One doting mom of a 5-year-old told me that as soon as the child finished playing with his Legos, she would be putting them away for her grandchildren.

    So what did you and Alex play at?

    • We have all our legos stored away, and trust me, I bought a shitload when my kids were young. He’s playing with my kids old Duplos. He and I play in the sand back, then went up over the garage and found some cool toys like a thingy that looks like something out of Mythbusters or Ninja Warrior. Also a bunch of furry animal puppets, that Biscuit (my grand-dogger) tried to chew on. When he found his old trike and rode it all around the deck, we watched tv, ate toast not toasted (what he calls buttered bread), we went up to my cabin (I drove the lawn tractor and he rode in the wagon). Oh, we had a fabulous time!

  11. Kieran says:

    Wow! Big difference in the roundness of your face, but your smile is lovely in both, and the woman in each picture is very pretty! I’m so happy for you that you can see progress with the weight loss. It means your insides are getting healthier!

    I didn’t get this sentence: “64 was the oldest age of my generation ā€” and now Iā€™m there when Iā€™m not 57.” I’m very literal sometimes and can’t see the forest for the trees. What does this mean?

    I loved that you sang to your sister. Love is the only real thing and it lasts forever. And ever. And ever.

    • My birthday is four days after the day of my sister’s death, so I didn’t celebrate it that year, so didn’t gain a year, so that’s minus one. Then Crusie and I decided I’d just go backwards. And I will, until I get the benefits of Medicare.
      So … my birth certificate says 64 but when I’m in the mood I figure about 57. Seems like a lovely age. Smart enough and sassy enough, etc.

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