Sunday, October 25, 2015

where is the hill?

Looking up from their pot noodles, my daughters engage one another in a sudden burst of dinner-table conversation on whether their mother is over the hill.  

“Where is the hill?” the younger one asks.  

[the flowers are lasting mightily well this autumn]

Buoyed by my application of a free sample of face cream that will re-activate my youth and regenerate my radiance, I place the hill firmly and confidently at 90, aeons away from me.  “The race is not to the quick, nor the so forth to the so forth,” I tell them, “but it is up that hill.“


In the excitement of the pot noodles moving on to instant jelly, the topic is abandoned.  Later, struggling with my entry in the best Lego ninja turbo-destroyer contest, I wonder whether the face cream might have been a placebo, yielding only imagined radiance.

[experimenting with homemade chocolates]
  
I ask Google where the hill is.  Google is usually so definite, so helpful: Banjarmasin is the second largest city in Borneo, coconut oil is the answer to climate change, slight backache is a sure sign of smallpox. Information at our fingertips, Power to the People. But Google is not sure. 

And so I ask you: where is the hill?

36 comments:

  1. Coming from the flat lands of the east the whereabouts of the hill or any hill has never featured in my life and, in fact, what a hill is is a complete mystery to me and will remain that way.

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    1. Perhaps my time was paused during all the years I spent living in your flatlands, Rachel. We must surely have met at some stage, as there were no hills in our way.

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    2. It's far away - for your daughter, anyway.

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  2. Google mentioned the hill is in Nassau. But, which hill and which Nassau?

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    1. The people of Nassau will be so pleased, Joanne, whichsoever Nassau.

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  3. I'm pretty sure it's the one I climb over every morning when I get up and it reestablishes itself each day to be a bit higher.
    Your chocolates look luscious.

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    1. Thank you, Mac n' Janet; they are. I do like your n', so comradely.

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  4. It's sixty, Mise. When I'm seventy, it will be that hill.

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    1. You are the first person willing to take a factual stance on the matter, Donna. Commentators can be so airy-fairy.

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  5. The hill is always over the horizon.
    I've just had to put an extra cushion on my chair to ease the backache. But then I do garden on a 45 degree hil... slope.

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    1. And so successfully, dear Jessica.

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  6. I think I may have small pox.

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    1. I think you will pull through, Sue. God Willing. Quince is known to contain all known antibiotics in natural form.

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  7. Mis Mise, the ethereal hill, it is to me, the next adventure, passion or challenge!!

    xoxo
    Karena
    The Arts by Karena
    www.indiahicks.com/rep/karenalbert

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    1. Always so uplifting, dear Karena.

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  8. There is no hill, it is made up false advertising to extract our money from our purses purchasing said useless cosmetics!!!

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  9. Hahaha, Mise - it is HERE: the hill - translated my name is Hill (=Hügel). Always on top :-)
    And let nobody tell you you are not on top - it is not a question of age or facecream - it's a question of being curious, imaginative, creative, loving and humorous - which you are!

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  10. Ask Kate Bush - she was always 'running up that hill'

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  11. I feel better now than I did 20 years ago so pretty sure I got over the hill and happy to leave it behind.

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  12. The hill? Why, it's back of beyond. Or just past the black stump. As Rusty Duck says, it is just over the horizon, in the middle of nowhere. It's a place to call home between the devil and the deep blue sea. You can't see it for the trees. The hill is lost in translation and hidden in plain sight. You mustn't lose sight of the hill. It may be a den of iniquity or a hive of activity - it's not for the feint-hearted. Then again that hill may be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Out of sight but not quite out of mind.
    My wrinkles used to brand me as over the hill, but now they seem like the red badge of courage.

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  13. Oh YUM, homemade chocolates, and dark chocolate to boot. I can't see the hill from here. Unless I'm actually standing on it already. Surely not. Your profile photo is radiance itself. CJ xx

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  14. When the hill begins to sag, then you know you are already over it.

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    1. Oh brava, Nib's End! But I have to agree with the other responders who say "There is no hill." Other days, I might posit the location of the Hill is fluid and constantly changing. Sly and clever Mise, what a wryly well-done post and lively topic.
      Best to all,
      Diane in Denver
      (Colorado USA)

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  15. After the age of sixteen, it appears that the hill is behind you, although it may take a while for you to notice that fact. It's not the hill that matters, but the noticing, I think.

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  16. Mise, hours ago as I gobbled my breakfast before heading out to work, on a Sunday having reached aged 70 in mid September, I made a mental note. Please remember to return to Mise's post. Read it again, and do leave a comment.

    I have finished a late supper, re-read your post, and the prior comments.

    The hill. Ah, what is that hill? Is it different for each of us, and perhaps for males and females? Your daughters brought up the hill as a topic. I am curious to know which hill they mean. Truly I am.

    Perhaps I would tell them that the exact location of any hill is relative to the perspective of the viewer.

    MIse, I would also tell you that I think you very fortunate to have such daughters.

    xo

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  17. hills are more fun rolling down than they are walking up, so I for one will enjoy getting to the top.

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  18. I can see it from my house, it's a long way off and not getting any closer but it does look mighty fine when the morning sun shines on it.

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  19. Two lines from songs occur to me in answer to this interesting question, because singing is my primary means of communication with Grand-daughter: 'Over the hill and a long way off, the wind shall blow my top knot off' and, perhaps more pertinently these days,
    'Climb Ev'ry Mountain'.

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  20. The hills is:-

    "Where the trees sway in time and even the wind is in tune and the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where life is a song" I am singing this song and also another "the hills are alive with the sound of music"
    Your flowers are beautiful and dinner and home made chocolate would inspire philosophical discussion.
    Helenxxx

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  21. I'm on the top of it and it's a great place to be so don't you worry Mise !!! XXXX

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  22. I think you are over the hill when you pass on magnifying mirrors and instead smile at yourself in the mirror without your readers on thinking I look/feel/am pretty damn good today.

    But as long as we stay on top of and constantly replace our smart phones no will suspect us of being so far along.

    Words of wisdom from an older woman.

    xo J

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  23. I suppose my hill is any problem I have got in front of me or on my mind. I also live next to an hill overlooking Bantry Bay.

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  24. Why, my dear, the tumulus (hügelgräber) is right here, where I am.

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  25. The hill is always five years ahead of your age; at least mine is.

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  26. No use asking me ... Holland doesn't do hills . Though it doesn't stop us slowly becoming as crumpled as everyone else .

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  27. In a land far, far away, dear Mise.

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You're looking particularly well.

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