I mean, really, what's the alternative? I face a big milestone tomorrow. I never thought I would be this old. I don't know what I figured would happen...you know...you either keep having birthdays and get older...or you don't.
Gotta say, I'm still glad to be here and to keep having birthdays. My friend Elsa sent me a birthday card that says "When you get to be (mumble age) your interests tend towards staying warm, taking lots of naps, and bird watching. So, basically, you turn into a cat." I thought I could see Jypsy snickering over to the side as I read it out loud to the roommate. Uh huh. Thanks, kitty. I've been coldnatured all my life, take very few naps, but will admit I have bird feeders in the back yard. I love to see cardinals come in to the feeder, despite the fact St. Louis beat the Rangers. C'est la vie. Never have been a sports fan, but not sure if that's part of the getting older thing.
Still feel young, body just doesn't want to cooperate sometimes. Fighting hard to stay in shape...got a trainer now who is trying his best. Hate the expense, but can't seem to do it on my own - just cut out some other things that were a little superfluous. Amazing how things change their importance as you get older. As a youngster, swore I'd never wear anything but Levi jeans. Still love 'em, but can't afford 'em. I can get pretty durable jeans at a discount store for $10. Don't go out much because there's not anything that really appeals to me. The things that do strike my fancy, I do. I visit with friends, go to the occasional movie that looks interesting, still buy way too many clothes off the discounted/clearance racks (Vera Wang shirt - $12!), and prefer good wine over cheap wine. Well, come on, you gotta have SOME priorities!
My sweet kitty is about 98% back. She still has this thing about black shoes, but I just keep those in the closet. She's playful, vocal (I wanna go out...NOW!), social and loveable. Can't complain.
Bring on the Birthday!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
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