This week was my 71st birthday. I now realize why so many really old people say (unasked), "I'm 95 years old" or something to that effect. It's because they can't believe it themselves. That's how I feel. 71??? Really???
Where does the time go? Of course we know where it goes. It goes to the passing of class after class after class... passing through grammar school, high school, college, and then some. Then there's working and raising a family... and before we know it, the kids are grown - and suddenly - we're old! (What's that song out not long ago... "Don't blink"... how true)
They say that getting old is not for sissies... and it's not, but it does has it's compensations. Grandkids are one! Retirement is another. With luck and a little health, old age really isn't so bad. It's a bit scary sometimes... knowing that as the lyrics to that PBS show, "New Tricks" says, "we're getting to the end of the day".
But I love having adult relationships with my grown kids and I love spending time with my grandkids. I also enjoy waking up whenever I want to, spending the day as I see fit, and although finances and health play a bigger part these days, all in all, we can't complain.
That was just a short rant. Please ignore it.
On to other things:
Bought a cross-cut paper shredder this week. Have been shredding away years of papers stuffed away in boxes. One more day of shredding should do it. (I don't want my kids to have to go through 50 years of paperwork.)
|Tux under my desk helping me shred|
And my compensation after a day of de-cluttering and shredding...
|a few moments of tea and mystery|
And when I get a minute to check on the outside ferals...
The view from my kitchen window is a constant source of entertainment. There are times when the yard seems totally vacant, and then the next.... they seem to pop out and are everywhere !
These young coons and their mother also use what we call "the magic rabbit hole". It's their tunnel (as well as the ferals and other critters) from the creek into our yard. And have a baby possum that visits nightly in the front... haven't gotten a pic of him yet since he comes when it's dark, but I'll keep trying.
Have a great week! This coming week is DH's birthday (yes, we're only 9 days apart) so our adventure (such as it is) continues...
Belated happy birthday to you and happy almost birthday to your husband. 71 doesn't seem old to me anymore. I say celebrate every day, no matter what your age, because none of us knows how long we'll be granted on this earth.ReplyDelete
BTW, you have a lot of ferals! (Among other critters, of course.)
As for the ferals, yes... on some days (like the pic), it amazes us. On other days, few show up. I really think they pass the word around that our yard is a safe place.
Happy birthdays to both of you. They last for a month, you know.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Joanne. I know you've been busy with the girls and moving. Hope it's all working out well for you.Delete
Happy birthday! I'm only two years older than you are, but I am constantly reminded that I am now certifiably old! In less than two years I'll be able to ride the city buses for free. :-)ReplyDelete
See? There are age-related compensations! And keep up the Yoga. I do think it's good for the body, mind, and soul.Delete
A belated Happy Birthday to you and an early one to your husband. Ah to be 71 again. I use to smile about my grandmother. No one knew her age till she hit 90 then she got quite proud of it.ReplyDelete
I didn't realize you had that many feral cats. Mercy. Don't know if you have one there but there are groups that will capture, spay/ neuter and release ferals.
Thanks, Patti. The feral numbers vary. Most of these are growing kittens from 2 litters. One mom had 5, the other 4. They didn't show up around in our yard until their mom's brought them at about 6-8 weeks. We do belong to the "catch and release" program, but haven't had much luck lately. And we used to catch the kittens before 6 weeks and take them to the Adoption Room at our local shelter, but lately the shelter is so full we've heard that they were putting animals down.Delete
"Happy Birthday, Rian."ReplyDelete
Grab your leashes. http://favim.com/orig/201106/02/black-cat-black-cats-cats-retro-vintage-women-Favim.com-64126.jpg
Great picture! Love it, Deb!Delete
happy birthday, time flys so fast doesn't it, wow so many outside ferals, yikes, the baby raccoons are sweet.ReplyDelete
Yes, time certainly flies. And yes, at times there are so many ferals, but again... 9 are kittens, 3 are adult cats. And there are days when there are just as many raccoons... (when the mamas bring their babies up from the creek).Delete
Happy belated birthday!! 71 is the new 49, correct?? :)ReplyDelete
I wish you a wonderful start into the new week :)
Thanks. I'm not sure about that 71 being the new 49...Delete
Happy Birthday celebrations to you both. LOVE your pictures.ReplyDelete
Happy Birthday Rian and to your DH too!.ReplyDelete
My goodness that is a lot of feral kitties. Do they ever have disagreements with the raccoons?
Thanks, Eileen. And no, they don't have disagreements. If the raccoons get too close, the mama cats will hiss... and the coon will back off. But the babies would play together if the mamas let them. I have one short video where a kitten and a kit are playing while the mama is otherwise occupied.Delete