I turned sixty-four last year…which means, by the sequential rules of maths, I will turn sixty-five this year. My birthday is several months away but My Reader knows and understands that the light bulb has been glowing but has not been fully illuminated to the albeit dimly lit, soon-to-be reality of the happy sixty-five birthday to me event. However… I received my government issue Medicare card in the mail last week.
My Reader can now forget dimly lit. Think strobe lights. Add sirens.
My thinking on turning sixty-five is this: the last nail to completely seal the coffin is not the same as using finish nails to complete the house that Jack built. Honestly, I don’t think I even know a Jack but the analogy serves to illustrate the point. Which. Is.
Turn on those strobes and crank up that volume!!
I’m far from done.
As my husband always says “age is only a number” so he decided (and I do not argue!) that I am “going to be forever young”, lol. I do appreciate your sense of humour.
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As I close in, all too quickly it seems, on the next birthday…I’ll take your husband (wait..wait..not like that….let me finish…) and his thinking about age being “only a number.”
Nice that you are going to be forever young…put my name on your dance card!! Raye
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Young at heart 🙂
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….and then some!!
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Give ’em hell!
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Thanks for the kind words!
Raye
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Hello there, I found your blog by way of Google while searching for a related subject, your site came up, it looks great. I’ve added to favourites|added to bookmarks.
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Nope, you aren’t old. When you are Betty White’s age, then I’ll let you be old. 🙂
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BW just celebrated her 90th birthday and still has that “twinkle”….not only in her eyes but her toes, too!! I’d put “twinkling” on my list of things to do but am afraid I’d be arrested living this close to the South Park Blocks!
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Amen!
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