"What's on your mind?"
Well, as many people are reminding me, thanks to facebook, it is my 23rd (X3) birthday. And I want to thank facebook for helping all of my fb friends remember this historic day.
So what does a birthday mean, anyway?
Well, I'm still wearing the same suit I was wearing when I was born; although next time I think I'll request permanent press.
I have a lot on my mind, except for hair, which seems to have abandoned ship (and it must think that my ears and nose are lifeboats).
It has become more difficult to spring out of bed at 6 AM.
I now have at least 5 doctors with whom I spend wonderful times talking about various biological systems that are getting close to warranty (and, yes, maybe the extended warranties would have been a good investment).
But - on the other hand -
I still live with my best friend and love going on 48 years.
We know two amazing middle-age men who also happen to be our loving sons.
We have two beautiful young women whom we call daughters.
Grandkids - what happened? Tall Boy is in San Diego right now checking out one of the universities that accepted his application for this fall. One of the 14-year-olds has been asleep in our guest room since we picked him up at a dance last night. He and the other 14-year old dude will be high school students in the fall (and how did they get to be my height already?). And then there is a certain 12-year old going on 17 young woman who continually boggles my mind with her wit, smarts and looks.
What happened to all of our babies???
I'm still retiring every year, which means that I'm still in the game and getting to exercise what's left of my brain.
My repaired shoulder is at the point where I'll be back in the kayak very soon. And I'm hoping the other shoulder makes it.
The Zap 3-wheel, 6 battery UEV is still on the road.
I have so many wonderful friends and relatives, whose names I actually still remember!
And so, on this very rainy April 6th, as I sip my coffee and tap on the computer keyboard, I can say that I very much enjoy this day of birth celebration.
And finally, I want to thank my mom and dad, Florence and Morrie, without whom none of this would have happened.
Getting old is a grey area.
Man of the Fish