I was so glad to rip away the calendar page of January…too much down-time, if ya ask me…
February is my birthday month, and this is the first year I will celebrate with Samantha—she will be 1-year-old the day before I turn 63-years-old. I like the number 63, especially the fact that it occurs the same year that we celebrate 36 years of marriage, and in 2016, another number evenly divisible by 3. It seems a sign of magical adventures ahead.
That perky little observance aside, this getting old stuff sucks.
I seem to sag more every day. My skin in winter is like a dry sponge and my hair looks like I’ve touched a Van de Graaff generator. Thank the gods for leggings and long sweaters, warm scarves and cute hats. We’ll make the best of it, you can bet.
There’s all kind of upcoming fun: groundhog day, an antique book show, mardi gras, the orchid show at the Zoo, a play at UE, and all those birthdays. Who’s up for lunch, out there? We’ve got that Leap Day to enjoy, so leave me a note and we’ll plan some feasting.
Oh, how do you like my new computer? Sleek, eh?
Tomorrow, be on the look-out for the MadWoman… she’ll be raving, I’m sure…