This Is My Last Year In My Sixties.

I celebrated my last birthday in my sixties the other day. I am now officially 69 years of age. I can’t believe it. I feel so wonderful. I can’t believe I am that old. For those of my readers who have been with me for a while, I’m certain you remember my last blog: Thrifty At Sixty? Now that I am on the threshold of seventy, what should be my new mantra? Plenty At Seventy?

No matter. I still disco dance in my kitchen as I do my daily home cleaning chores. I still like to tell my silly jokes and do even more sillier things.  I like to have fun. I love to go on adventures. I like to hang out with the girls. I like to hang out with the guys even more! I still feel that ‘le sigh’ when I see a very handsome guy. I can’t get over I met my idol, Mark Ruffalo and scored a photo with him. It hangs in my office, ever so brightly (even if the quality is a bit bad).

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Oh, to be twenty years younger! Mark wouldn’t have had a chance!

I still can boogie board over the waves at the beach. Deep down inside I’m still a beach bum who likes to hike in the mountains. When I think back over my lifetime so far, it’s always with a smile. Geeze, I’ve had some good times and thousands and thousands of laughs. I’m certain my seventies will be equally as fun. Heck, maybe I’m just getting started?

I think one of my greatest aptitudes in life is my ability to laugh. When you get right down to it, no matter what can happen to us, in the end it just doesn’t matter. We’re all going to die and nobody is going to remember us for long. At least, I’m hoping Brad Peabody has forgotten about how I took a tumble in my high school cafeteria when Shirley Jones spilled a container of milk in the food walkway.

Life is a journey. It’s filled with tons of experiences. Some good. Some not so good. Take a step back and look at your life from a distance. Trust me. You’ll see much humor in it. How we fret and worry and shriek and cry. And in the end, nothing we did mattered. It would have been better if we just laughed at the whole thing.

I celebrated my birthday by treating myself to a massage. Then it was off to a tree lighting celebration that afforded me to have a few drinks out on a heated patio while Santa appeared and a local band entertained us, all under the twinkling stars that shone up above us in the clear mountain sky. Life can be good. And life can be funny. One of the greatest treasures the Good Lord gave all of us is our ability to laugh. Especially at ourselves.

And if you see Mark Ruffalo, tell him Cindi says hi!



    • Hi Betty. It was a blog I had a few years ago which ran for a long time. Then I deleted it and moved on. Some remnants remain:
      You have to go into Google and enter: ‘thriftyatsixty’ to see some of the posts and ideas. Much of that info however is repeated here on this blog. Thanks for asking.


  1. Happy Birthday! Hope you last year in your sixties is excellent. My husband is half way through his last year. How did this happen? With joy, laughter and Moving forward!


  2. Happy Belated Birthday! Time does fly. I can’t believe how fast my 40’s and most of my 50’s have gone! Before i know it, I’ll be 60!


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