It’s Thursday. A long way from Sunday, but Mr. Al is taking me away this weekend to celebrate my birthday, which is tomorrow. My MacBook’s calendar had a delightful little reminder this morning informing me that tomorrow is Cammy’s 58th Birthday.
I was pretending not to notice how close to 60 that number is. But, when it’s up on your desktop reminders in a little box I have to “snooze” or “dismiss,” it’s not so easy to pretend.
I used to think that the 50s were the beginning of the Land of the Old Fart, and that when you reached 60, well….you’d arrived.
Like many other things, I need to put this concept in my re-think pile.
I’m healthy. I’m strong. I don’t feel old. I look pretty funny when I run, though, so we’ll not do so much of that. I’ve noticed that those who say that “age is relative” are either really young or really old. I’ve also noticed that my selfies have a more worn and frayed look about them. (It’s really tempting run’em through PhotoShop.)
But…oh well. I mean, what are you going to do?
I don’t know what you’re going to do, but I’m planning on playing, having fun and adventuring for as long as I can.
I’m going to set this up to post on Sunday, since I shall be adventuring, yes indeedy.
Happy Sunday, Peeps!
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Your friends the redwoods, mosses and ferns should be feeling very refreshed about now. So should you and Mr Al! Maybe the rivers and streams are even a bit closer to normal, too, huh? Hope your birthday adventure was…an adventure!
< Written on my iPad, which has a mind of its own, and a VERY strange sense of humor!