Happy Birthday to Me
June 24, 2008
Today I am 62. This is the age my father was when he retired. He basically sat around the house and drank endless cups of coffee while playing solitaire. I’ve followed his lead in many things (no one is more surprised about that than I am) but not here. For one thing, it is impossible for me to think of myself as “retired” (see any number of my previous posts).
I have, however, put my feet up today. I’ve spent a lot of time with friends, I took a lovely nap, and I haven’t crossed one damn thing off the “to do” list. This evening I’ll rehearse with the a cappella group I belong to, but now I find myself so paralyzed with sloth that I can’t even write a decent length blog post…
June 25, 2008 at 12:38 pm
And sloth is a wonderful gift to give yourself for your birthday. I learned to slow down this week by breaking my toe. ;^)
June 25, 2008 at 1:11 pm
Hmmmmm, I believe there’s a post in that toe story. So, sorry about your toe, but thanks for the idea!