I woke up this morning and checked my heel. Then I checked
the other one. Nope, nothing there. No expiration date. So I guess
I get to live another year. This means I have made it 72 of them,
and who knows how many more. My mother made 74 and I take
after my dad’s side, and that side all made it to their 80’s. So who
knows. Every day, that I get to put my feet on the floor and stand
straight up, is a blessing.
So another year down the drain, and a fresh one to mess up.
Last one I spent working on getting healthier. So ended up throwing off
60 pounds. Which has been great. More energy,
but still mean and ornery as ever. Last year was a very good year.
I got enough money gathered up to finally to do the remodel of the
kitchen that I have been trying for 12 years to get done.
Got my pergola built. New deck.
So I look forward to enjoying the quiet sunny mornings on the deck,
drinking coffee and reading the paper. Then heading out to the yard
to work on that. Also this is the year that the King is going to get
his 1947 Ford pickup done. It has set in the garage in pieces. The cab
on boxes, the bed up against the wall, the fenders up in the loft. The
bumper against the other wall.. and the frame outside. And God only
knows where in all that clutter, the engine and transmission is. This is
I have told him, it is going to happen. Otherwise he will see and hear
what a bitching old woman I can be. But he is motivated this time.
And we have the money put to the side to get it done. So that is our
project for this year. Yard maintenance and the truck to become whole.
You know, someone once told me that life as you get older is like a roll
of toilet paper, the closer you get to the end, the faster the roll goes.
I use to think that was funny. Now that I see the small amount of paper,
it isn’t so funny….but at least I can’t see the expiration date yet, on my heel…
And I feel pretty dang good for an old gal… is 70 the new 50?
On the Road . . . .
5 hours ago