Notes in the key of C

It’s the BIG SIX ONE.  Yes,  I’m seven years old today.  Ha! Ha!  Not really….. it’s actually sixty one years down the tubes today.Where did that last year go?  I feel like I’m being hurled through space and time with Medicare waiting on the horizon.   Should I feel a little older?  Well, I don’t!  I looked in the restroom mirror today, while we were at T.G.I. Fridays, I thought, ” I sure am looking more and more like my dad”.   He’s been gone for quite a few years now and I remembered that image of him in the picture on our mantel, sitting there with his rubber boots, shorts and ballcap tending his orchid plants at our house at Sunset Beach.

Not much has changed over the last year. If I moving a little slower, I haven’t noticed.  If I have a few more grey hairs on my head,  I couldn’t tell since I’ve been keeping my hair short and close to the scalp.   I have gained a few pounds over the year,  a situation I’m trying to reverse with a re-introduction of running into my fitness regimen.   On days like today, when the heat index hovering right around 115 degrees,  it’s nice to have a treadmill in the den.

I tried to get the day off tonight.  That’s right… my  hours are from 8 in the evening to around 6 in the morning.  So, when most people are thinking bedtime,  I’m headed down the road to work.   Doesn’t seem right to be working on my birthday,  but I have to keep the proper perspective on the situation;  the birthday happens only one day a year and the job?….well,  that’s every day of the year,  including the birthday.  There’s a difference in the way logic works differently between being young and turning sixty one.  You’re less impulsive and see the “bigger picture”,  if you know what I mean.

Anywayyyyyyyyy……….life IS good today on my special day.   God has granted me with good  health (a life free of any medications), a great home life (sixteen years and NOT counting), a job that many would “kill” to have,  two great Shih-Tzu’s, Ishi and Sophie and generally,  it’s ALL good.   So, what’s all this talk about aging gracefully?  Not for me.   Sixty one is just another number.