“So many moments, so many roads, so many choices, and somehow they all add up to where I am right now at this moment. This moment in my life has taken a long time to arrive. Sometimes, at milestone events, I look back and think of how much I have lost and changed and moved on. I’m not feeling sorry for myself; I’m just making a list. [ I do that a lot.] I left my hometown and early friends, thereby losing much of my familiar identity. I have left behind homes and furniture and belongings, more and more, many times. I left my marriage perforce—or, rather, my marriage left me—and another identity dissolved although I remained married to the middle class for quite a while which, like my marriage , ended up leaving me. Then other people started leaving, not through distance but through death.” [like my husband]

from Endings: A Book for Almost Everyone, 2019.

I am still working at my thank-you letters, plus the plant and flower care plus using up the food. I'm good at leftovers, e.g. I had all this leftover bread my son John and his wife Lesley brought to accompany the gravad lax and the steak tartare, so when I finished the go-withs (the gravlax ended in a breakfast omelet and the last of the steak tartare became a grilled burger for Matt’s lunch), I made a chocolate chip bread pudding. Yum.

So still no 90-year blog. But I re-read the introduction and the epilogue in my book Endings (titled This Old Woman and This Woman, Older, to see if I could pick up from there. Nope. I kept reading (actually, it’s quite a good book, better than I thought). And I found a lead to what I think I might say about turning 90.

We’ll see.