Birthday Eve

I didn't get a chance to walk at work today so tonight as dinner was on the stove, I donned my nifty head lamp that I got for Christmas and I walked in the dark.
When I got down near the barn, a doe jumped across my path and scampered off into the hollow. It was colder than I expected and I didn't wear a jacket, so I had to pick up the pace to try and stay warm.
Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 59. In three years, I'll be eligible to draw social security. How weired is that?
That is just so hard for me to fathom. My dad passed away when he was 63. In my mind, he seemed much older. But he'd been sick for some time and bad health can ravish a body and make you old before your time.
I feel great! I walk an average of 5 days a week. I always take the stairs instead of the elevator. I do yoga  a few times a week. I still laugh hard enough to spew tea out my nose. Can you really be old when you laugh that hard?
My sister Mary Lois drove up this evening and left me a dead plant and a rusty shovel on my door steps while Jilda and I were working.
The shovel had ribbons and a sign that said "Grow Damn You". It's an inside joke. Every time anyone in my family asks me what I want as a gift, I always say "a shrub."  It drives my them crazy.
Anyhow, I'll let you know tomorrow if I can see life more clearly from my vantage point.  .