So, I recently celebrated my true entrance into senior
citizen life. To me, 65 is the correct age for
I’m now what many in this world call an old man. My hair has
been gray for years, but of late, its seems to be racing to the crown of my
head much faster than in previous years. I’ve never been a muscle- bound man,
but at least things were firm, or at least they used to me. My skinny legs are
now matched by my skinny arms. My belly
For some reason, missing my mother surfaced this birthday.
That’s a bit silly for a 65 year-old man, especially since mother has been gone
for more than 20 years. Still, I’ve thought about her and wondered what she’d
think about all that’s transpired. She always wanted the back section of woods
cleaned out. These days, the area has a carpet of grass and only a few trees to
provide shade. I’ve come up with questions that only she could answer. To be
honest, I miss the Melt in Your Mouth cake
The weather didn’t cooperate this year. Instead of warm temperatures,
a mixture of clouds and sun and rain kept us from hanging out at the pool. Oh,
my grandson Madden dove into the water, and I got in as well. Upon exiting the
pool, I put on a pair of sweat pants, the first time I’ve ever celebrated a
birthday in long pants. The blood runs thinner these days.
The biggest birthday disappointment this year came at the
hands of Mother Nature, or perhaps it was the result of global warming. The
honeysuckle scent never arrived. A few meager blooms on the vines appeared, but
that “birthday smell” just didn’t come. I thought that I might have been in the
wrong month to celebrate another year, but a check of calendar told me I had
the right date. To this day, the sweet honeysuckle smell brings back so many
wonderful memories, but it hasn’t been around, and I feel a bit cheated.
This year, the usual birthday excitement didn’t make an
appearance. Instead, a satisfying sense of contentment moved in. My children
and my grandson again returned home for the weekend to celebrate. Just being
with them and Amy is enough to make me happy. So, I suppose the other things
that didn’t turn out right don’t really matter after all.
None of us knows how many birthday celebrations we’ll have. We should enjoy each of them with a thankful
heart. This year just didn’t have the same pizazz as previous ones. Still, I am
thankful for theth year.
good life I’ve been given and for the many wonderful people
who have been a part of my time here. I look forward to the next trip around
the sun and pray that I will have the good health and good sense to appreciate
it. I’ll do a better job omitting the whining and fussing that have crept into
my mind on my 66
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