Today’s my sixtieth birthday. That just seems surreal to me.
Aside from a few aches and pains, I don’t feel much older than nine or ten. For
five years now I’ve qualified for a senior discount at Arby’s and McDonald’s,
though somehow I’ve never thought to ask for one. Maybe sometime this year I’ll
get around to it. I have bigger plans for my sixty-first year. I’ve been asked
to play in the orchestra for Murray’s “Beauty and the Beast” in July. I’m
hoping for a blue ribbon (or a nice red one) for my quilt at the state fair in
September. I’m looking forward to seeing Galaxy’s Edge at Disneyland – from the
inside – sometime in the next twelve months. Or maybe it’s time to plan another
cruise or a trip to Walt Disney World. I mean to do a lot of my favorite
things: cook for my loved ones, spend time with grandkids, teach piano
students, make music, and stitch quilts.
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