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When I came upon The Golden Girls, I was about 36 years old. I remember not wanting to watch and being fascinated at the same time. After all, I was acquainted with Bea Arthur as Maude and Rue McClanahan from the same show.
I was certainly well acquainted with Betty White. She had become a household name over the years so I thought I might settle in and see what the "old" people could possibly be talking about. It was 1985 and my five children were ranging in age from twenty to ten. I had married badly a second time and I was working in a nursing home as an assistant. When I came home from work, weary and sore all over, I did not much care what I watched on the telly, because any distraction from the sights and smells of the people I worked so hard to make comfortable, was welcome to me.
Seeing these women get along ( or not) under the same roof was fascinating and I thought of my mom, about their same age, but a little younger, knowing that it would never work. This, of course, had nothing to do with me. I was still young, I had no grandchildren, and everyone was still living at home.
Fast forward to now..2013. I have lost the interest of most of my children. I have buried two of them and my ex husband is dead. The second husband is somewhere on this earth, doing what he does best, and I am "suddenly" sixty five, suddenly invisible, despite the many activities I am involved in..despite the fact that I WORK with seniors as a life coach and events planner. Despite the fact that I am a published author. Despite the fact that I am happy to be alive and want to have a plethera of friends, I have been kind of tossed aside, like a bad salad. So...I have thought about sharing a space with a like being.
A kindred spirit if you will, but how does one go about that when one ( me) is so set in her ways and where would I go to meet such a person ( other than on a site like this one) and where would we live? I love Minnesota, cold and all, but I am willing to compromise to the south. The Golden Girls were sane and reasonably even tempered. Nowadays, you have to watch for the mentally challenged who might "do you in" in the middle of the night...Sorry...that's just my Chicago upbringing speaking, but it's something to think about.
Well, that's all for now. More as I think about it. I am still curious and interested.