The blog title won’t change, but my age did. The big day began with a trip to the dermatologist. She froze the barnacles off my back, and that’s good because those stupid crustaceans itched. She told me their proper scientific name. I then told her their common moniker, “Damned Itchy Barnacles“.
Then it was home again to open the three cards from Sweet Jimmy. Always three. Always hidden in plain view. Following that, I spent a happy hour coloring a flat wooden bird, part of the gift from grandkids Deven and Mishri.
Jim pulled out his bird identification book to help me sort out just what kind of chick it was. As you can see, the designation, while not in the book, is apparent. It’s a “Green-headed, Pink-breasted, Weeki Wachee Warbler.”
Next, it was off to the primary care physician to go over bloodwork regarding my hormone levels. Good news! My bloodwork is now routine. Three months ago I had the testosterone of a sixteen-year-old boy. Having such high testosterone at my age–while great fun–is apparently not healthy.
A quiet afternoon was spent watching Jim do laundry. Yay for birthdays! He does laundry even on not-birthdays. But on not-birthdays, I offer to help. On my birthday? Not a chance.
Lastly out to dinner. I chose the restaurant based on dessert. Recently we’d eaten there and consumed the most delicious gluten-free, warm-with-chocolate-chunks brownie, topped with vanilla ice cream.
As soon as we sat down, Jim flipped the menu to the dessert section. WHAT!? Wasn’t it listed? I had a moment when I thought I might cry. I nearly turned into six, rather than sixty-six.
Jim, good man that he is, tracked down waitstaff and found gluten-free chocolate cake was a special. Nope, it wasn’t the same as the brownie we’d had previously. However, it was warm, had a pipette of Jack Daniels squeezed into the center, and altogether satisfied this old girl.
Today is my second day of being sixty-six. So far it’s been lovely. Stevia-sweetened iced coffee, cottage cheese with almonds–my breakfast of choice which made a friend, Steve, gag when I described it–and a bit of reading.
The following clipping was yesterday’s “born today” blurb. I liked it. I wondered aloud if the paper simply prints the same words daily. After all, who reads “born today” unless truly born on that particular day? It seems Jim does. He assured me it’s not a cookie cutter reading.