I'm A. (it's what remains of my birthname, and I didn't want to lose my original initials) Marina Fournier, mid-50s and achieved physical croning, married over 20 years to a computer engineer (software, thank you, architecture right now), with a teenage son conceived during a Mac Developers Conference Week years ago (this means I got to see my husband very little that week). Born on an AFB in Japan, I moved a lot as a child, and really hate it. Besides, one can't plant trees that take years to bear, or asparagus, if moving often.
Generally courteous, slow to take offense, willing to plead for stupidity and ignorance/thoughtlessness over malice, reasonably widely read and a Celtic (Breton, Scots, Gallician, Irish, Welsh, in about that order of preference) and Canadian music fan, I play no instrument, envy those from musical families. I have a near pathological inability to even recycle possibly useful containers, but release them to reuse. Plants in the yard I decide I don't like I find new homes for--or my gay&pagan gardener will (that's at the Santa Cruz house, which we don't have any more. I still try to find new homes for unwanted plants.)