Always, without fail, every year. It is my Birthday month, I’m a Capricorn, but I can honestly say I can’t remember coming through January and thinking “What a great month that was”
In my sixty-two years I can remember maybe a couple of spectacular birthdays, but most of them have been blighted in some way. Wars’, death, illness. This year my birthday was OK, not brilliant, but no one died and no countries were attacked. On January 19th I had a pretty spectacular day. Hair apt, shopping (the fun kind), drinks with friends, food from the best Food Truck in Colorado “On the Hook”. Seriously best fish and chips this side of the Atlantic. Then, out of nowhere I’m hit with the works bacterial kidney infection I’ve ever had!!!! WHY? JANUARY ALWAYS MAKES ME SUFFER!
Sunday – a day of rest.
I’m sixty (I whisper that number quietly in my head). Never thought I’d live to see this age. A child of the fifties, I thought I’d stay young forever. I guess we all think that, but here I am SIXTY!
Weekends used to be spent partying, dancing, sleeping late, and then if I could find time, doing housework. I had lots of energy back in the day, it wasn’t a problem. My body isn’t quite as flexible anymore. Yesterday I cleaned house, worked on the yard (yes all 3 1/2 acres), cooked and baked. I rose at 6:30 am and by the time I sat down, it was 6:30 pm.
I forgot my age and when I got out of bed this morning THESE OLD BONES ACHED
Once when I was a teenager I wondered
What it would be like to be my mother for a day
To see the world through her eyes
And feel the way she felt in every way
Then I began to wonder I about who I really was
Could I now be my mother and was my mother me
What if our places changed and I had gotten old
Would anyone know the difference, would anyone be able to see
I’ve thought about it often as time has passed me by
I look in the mirror to see a face that isn’t mine
My thoughts belong to the girl I used to be
But the face is my mother’s, it just happened over time
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