Today is a perfect day. Not weather wise, it's raining...but it's the end of September and the beginning of fall, the best time there is, as far as I'm concerned.
Today, my plans changed, so I found myself at home, with nothing much to do. Of course, there's always stuff to do, if you're that kind of person, one who has a 'list.' I have a mental list going, always, but, since I have a mind like a sieve, it's not all that compelling, (lucky for me.)
This time of year may be special to me because of my birthday, which is right around the corner, or because I love the daylight savings schedule, the change in the landscape and in the weather. Autumn has such great memories for me, kind of delicious and cozy.
It's time to winterize everything. Time to get out the throws and tablecloths and light candles, turn on lamps before it's even dark and relax with a good read. Time to check out my sweater collection and think about Thanksgiving. I love this time of year.
My birthday is one which is mildly interesting. I cannot believe I'm turning sixty-two. How is this possible? It's not a milestone,for most people, but it feels like one to me. So much has happened in my life, many things most people never experience, let alone survive. Some good, some, not so good.
But the most baffling thing about being 62 is looking in the mirror, or at pictures. I'm always mildly surprised to see that my blonde hair is gray and that I have laugh lines. I still look like myself, or at least resemble the girl who used to live in here. And I still feel like myself, most days. Then there are the days when arthritis strikes and my knees kill me or my wrist makes me gasp in quick pain. There are days when my endurance is short-lived and I wonder what happened.
And it was worth it.
"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."
thank you,
John Lennon
No one's said it better.
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