Happy Birthday to Me -- 59 and Feeling Fine

I begin my 60th year today. Friends, of course, say 60 is the new 40. In many ways I believe that's true. I feel good, I'm very active, and I have barely slowed down since I was 40. Since I left Madison, I felt younger than I was in the years prior to that: less weighted down with unhappiness, lethargy, and boredom with the Madison lifestyle. I have never been bored in Washington!!

Happy Birthday, dear Deborah. Life is good. Kerri graduates summa cum laude in two weeks; your granddaughter is six weeks old; you leave for Ireland right after graduation; your job is going well...and you might even be engaged to wonderful Jordan soon! If my 60th year stays like this...I'm all for it!

Didn't quite make "three months"

Once again, I found my blog, and it's 4:43 at the office, my first day back after more than two weeks off. What do I do for a living? Still trying to work that one out. But I do know I'm a writer.

Every three months whether I need it or not

I wasn't entirely sure I could find my blog, but somehow, here it is. So far, I haven't sent it out to the world to receive the hard knocks I'm sure it deserves; it's just for my personal satisfaction and edification. A journal, perhaps. I suspect that chronic bloggers have to self-edit considerably due to the public nature of the blog; my journal entries, when I come upon them months or years later, always surprise me with their intimacy and pain. The good news is, I'm really not feeling the pain today, so it's a great time to blog, publicly or otherwise.

First Blog: Procrastination

Isn't it amazing how unpleasant tasks can be avoided almost indefinitely when the mind flits to all the other possible projects? Today is my day, nay, MY DAY, to do my taxes. I have set aside the entire day, despite the beautiful weather, despite my new bike crying out to repeat last Sunday's gorgeous ride. No, I am doing my taxes, by golly.

So of course, instead of doing my taxes: I cleaned my floors; I scrubbed my walls; I washed out my garbage can; and I've started a blog. Welcome to Procrastination 101, Sports Fans. As I tried to think of a name for this blog, I asked myself, "Who am I?" A singer, an actor, an editor, a lawyer, a mom, a friend, a resident of Capitol Hill. All of those roles and traits had their moment in the sun as potential names. I almost called it "I found my thrill on Capitol Hill." But...I didn't, and it's lame. However, the one characteristic that truly defines me is procrastination. And I just couldn't name my blog "Procrastinatin' Deborah. But my first entry gets the nod.