by, 08-19-2011 at 05:31 AM
My birthday is just 16 days away. I will be 64 on September the 4th. I don't feel that old. Well not inside my head anyway. The body is another story. The knees don't want to work sometimes. Especially when I am down, and I need to get up. Or I am pulling my wagon through a store, and my lower back starts hurting. I must make sure that I always travel with the ibuprofen, and the immodium for my nasty stomach.
I don't mean to complain. I am quite content with my life. Except for my unfinished attic, I am quite happy. Happy about the things that I have direct control over. Just shaking my head at the incompetence of others around me.
My one wish for my birthday would be to see my attic finished, and Kathy and Sean moving their things upstairs. Wishes really do come true, although I am a realist, and I don't see that happening. Not in time for my birthday, anyway. Later, perhaps. Much later, it appears.
So instead, I'll just sit back and enjoy my 7 day vacation that's coming up on August the 27th. I need to start packing soon for that. Time to get all the suitcases out of the closet. I need to resist the temptation to pack too much, even if it is a car trip instead of a plane ride.
We get home just in time for me to turn 64. Just in time for Labor Day, and Fall, and Sean returning to school.
Perhaps, I'll change that wish to Sean finally getting out of high school.