About

On Being Invisible

About Invisible Me
I am at an awkward age – that one between 55 and 65.  It is when a woman is older than all of her kitchen appliances, older than the house she lives in, but not as old as the dirt in the yard. It is an age when women are deemed to be too old to be beautiful and energetic, and too young to be wise and full of character. It is called the “Invisible Age.”

I Write About…
I write about whatever interests me at the moment. In the past year, this has included an exploration of how people react to women when they quit dyeing their hair. This led to an investigation of  our  superficial “Beauty” oriented society and the industries that feed it.

Researching and Writing has helped me to understand what I believe. (I write about these beliefs on the Page titled I Believe.)

My Nom De Plume
I choose to write under my childhood name, Margie, which is a derivative of my longer given name – but who ever gets to use a longer name when there is a world full of short names to be had?  I also have a nickname that most friends and family know me by. In some situations, I am known by my last name, which is actually my husbands last name, not my parents last name.  My son-in-laws probably have a name for me too…

About the Red House

I have moved from house to house and country to country, but now I am home again. Home is a Red painted House in Canada.

This Red House was not the house I wanted when we moved there in 1991. We couldn’t afford any of the houses I really wanted. But, I believed  the Red House would be home for only about 1.7 years, and then we would move on, just like the other 13 times.

I was mistaken. Not about moving, but about only living in the Red House for 1.7 years. We subsequently lived overseas (England and the Middle East) for five and a half years. We did move a few more times during that time, but the Red House stayed in the Family. When we were repatriated, it was the Red House we would come home to.

The Red House is painted Brick Red. It has a red brick patio leading up to the front door. The grandchildren refer to me as the “Grandma in the Red House”.

The surrounding Aspen, Willow and Evergreen forest is home to animals big and small – white tail deer, coyotes, skunks, weasels, owls, hawks… and mosquitoes.

The Red House

Questions and Answers about My Family

Who are the people I write about in this blog?
Margie, the author, my real name, but not the name most people know me by. Pronounced with a hard G, like the ‘g’ in Gold. Blog writer, gardener, speaks computer, mother of three grown daughters.
The Car Guy, the Spousal Unit – keeper of the fleet; retired once, went back to work; retired a second time, went back to work; planning third retirement in several months.
The Cooker – Christine, eldest daughter – excellent cook; mother of two wonderful children – Lego Kid and Wild Child; and blogger. Husband is The Fisherman.
The Baker, middle daughter – go-to girl for desserts at all functions, photographer, bookkeeper, mother of two wonderful boys, Sting and Curious George. Husband is Mr. RV.
The Beader, youngest daughter – a nurse, a cat lover, and a bead maker. Husband is Beast.
Mac Dad,  Margie’s Dad
The Reader, The Car Guys Sister – a beader and jewelery maker.

Why don’t we use our real names?
I’m pretty cautious about privacy. Simple as that. So while I have chosen to write about my adventures, I don’t want to invade the private lives of my family! And I don’t want my private life to get mixed up with my blogging life.