This year, on my birthday, a cool breeze freshened the air.
Birthday greetings were waiting for me when I turned on the computer.
I wonder about social media, announcing birthdays to all who look, so you have no idea if anyone actually remembered, or just checked their Facebook notices. I puzzle over it whenever I check those notices and am spurred to send someone a birthday greeting.
I didn’t wonder about it one bit today, though. I enjoyed every single good wish!
I worked at the hardware store today. Busy enough, but not crazy, and everyone was good-natured and friendly.
After work, I stopped at the farmhouse to see the “Aunts”. Aunt Katie, who lives there, has not been feeling her best lately. Her sister, my Aunt Margaret, is here for a weekend visit along with her daughter, son-in-law and great-granddaughter. I knew the young people had gone to the beach, so I brought ice cream cones for just myself and the Aunts. Aunt Margaret was dozing, so we saved hers in the freezer. Aunt Katie and I enjoyed ours on the spot, while watching the baseball game.
“This is brunch, for me,” I told her, which made her laugh.
A message from my daughter on the telephone answering machine when I got home was another happy note.
A long walk with the dogs made us all feel good.
Two years ago, when I turned sixty, I made a list of the sixty most influential women in my life.
Last year, I counted sixty-one blessings.
What to do this year, to mark my age, and the day?
I compiled a list, last night, of the sixty-two books that made the biggest impression on me so far in my life.
It’s a long and varied list. Many books – that revolutionized my thinking when I read them – would not impress me today. So much depends on the surrounding circumstances, when you pick up a book. There are a few that make me blush for the dated message or obvious risque’ material, but most stand up to the test of time. I’m not going to type them up today (it is my birthday, after all), but will in the next couple days, for anyone that is interested.
I’m thinking, too, of a list of aspirations.
Not a “Bucket List,” for I think – like my mother – I will be satisfied with the life I have lived, at whatever point death takes me.
Aspirations, because I think, whatever the age, we should always have goals, dreams and things to aspire to.
I may share that later, too, but not today.
I’m going out to dinner with friends this evening. I think before that I’m going to take a good book and soak in a hot, perfumed bath, ignoring all “should”s, “could”s and “ought-to”s.
It is my birthday, after all.