Who’d a thunk I’d be this old this soon? Ya’ll know it, if you’re anywhere near my age, that inside there’s still the same curious spirit, present ever since I can remember. The body..meh…but it still works, saggier and slower, but still able.
Words cannot express my gratitude for my life, for every day that was and is, and for the Presence that guides me from this Now to the next. So many wonderful people have helped me, so many kind people have seen me through, many of them no longer here, many still out there, still listening. Thanks from the depths of my soul to all, even the folks who stepped over me, turned their backs and walked away. That, too, was for good. Thanks to my kids, and their kids, who cover me with Love even when we’re apart. Thanks for a happy marriage and a husband who is my Best Friend. There’s all the material stuff–beautiful home, travel trailer, enough money to pay the bills, manicures, pedicures, and shopping. I truly appreciate it All…
Here’s the Birthday Poem for this year, by Dorianne Laux…chosen last week…
by Dorianne Laux
Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering
any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.
“Antilamentation” by Dorianne Laux from The Book of Men. © W.W. Norton & Company, 2011. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
I love that one, but this morning’s was appropriate, too…by Kirsten Dierking…
by Kirsten Dierking
All this time,
the life you were
supposed to live
has been rising around you
like the walls of a house
designed with warm
As if you had actually
planned it that way.
As if you had
stacked up bricks
and built by mistake
a lucky star.
“Lucky” by Kirsten Dierking from Northern Oracle. © Spout Press, 2007. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
Yes, 64 is a little like that…No regrets, plus a lucky star…
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…
Peaceful Valley, North Carolina… Thanks to our hostess, Natalie, earth-mother extraordinaire, who loaded up the tables with food, provided the scenic views, and welcomed us warmly to celebrate her mawmaw’s 80th birthday party…
The birthday girl held court for her 5 children, her only-surviving brother, 4 nieces/nephews and their spouses, 2 grandchildren, 3 great-grandchildren, plus a dozen or so shirt-tail relatives, many of whom drove 6plus hours to say, “I love you.”…
Shirley with her kids: Jay, Ronna, Jeff, Kim, Neina, Shirley
Family…it’s not always this pretty, so let’s enjoy the times when it is. I hope I have as nice a celebration on my 80th.
Samantha Mayne Casey, my 4th granddaughter, was born today 2/22/15… She weighs 7lbs 5oz, is 19inches tall.
There was a glitch at her birth, and she is in Neonatal Intensive Care for a couple of days. It’s breaking all of our hearts to be unable to hold her, but we’re all positive that she will be in our arms soon.
Happy birthday, Samantha…
He is my beloved husband, my best friend, the love of my life. Wait, that’s about me… Okay, he is a great guy, a good man. He was born 60 years ago today. Let’s celebrate!
We met the Jrs. for lunch at Applebee’s, then ran into Kohl’s to buy some Birthday-flannels… He’s outside hanging up the Christmas lights now and I’m getting ready to take a nap in his honor…
Happy birthday, Casey! I love you forever and ever and always…
We had a great birthday week-end. Thanks for your kind wishes. Many of you are like me, scratching your head and asking, “where have the years gone?” This poem says it better than I can…
The tally of years
added up so rapidly
it appeared I had
tricked by sleight
of hand, fallen victim
to false bookkeeping.
Yet when I checked
my records, each
and every year had
been accounted for,
down to the last day,
and could be audited
against old diary entries
verified with credit
antibiotics, concert bookings,
inkling that I had
been ripped off
in some way,
given short shrift,
made to live at an
my routines with
nothing could be proved,
no hard and fast
I had, it seems,
unknown to me,
been living my
life to the full.
“Time Enough” by Dennis O’Driscoll, from Dear Life. © Copper Canyon Press. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
Onward to Spring..it’s only 24 days away!!
What a fortuitous beginning to BirthdayFest 2014: I “won” tickets to the Gov’t Mule concert. Actually, Sister and I met up for some birthday appetizers at Backstage, my personal favorite bar in EVV. As the manager was serving our food, I said, “hey, why didn’t I win those tickets yesterday?” and he said, “you want some?” and I got ’em. ( I also had a great visit with Donna)
I really love this band, with their Allman Bros. roots and Dead-esque style. We were appropriately buzzed…
We’ve slept it off, now, and we’re ready to start again on a Beautiful Sunny Day..! I really am God’s little pet….