Growing Older

A birthday many years ago... not sure if it was mine. 

I still remember... when thirty was old...
Who can name that tune? Hint: it's my karaoke standard.
Forty-six doesn't feel old. It just doesn't.
Or, actually, I feel old all the time, much older than my chronological age.
Today doesn't feel any worse.
I could pontificate further but I think it just is what it is. No age is bad because it beats the alternative.
I'm still on the right side of the dirt.

Pop made wild rice and mushroom soup for lunch. It was fabulous. I had two bowls.
I tossed in some fresh spinach that was picked this morning. It had a great, miso feel to it.

Tonight we're having Thai food.
I hardly ever go out to a restaurant because it just hurts too much.
Today is not a pain free day so far, what with the unstable weather and all.
I was awake at 3am aching from head to toe. My pinkies even hurt.
Killing the spider that had camped out on the toilet paper didn't help. I was all wound up.
I laid down on the couch and watched the weather channel until I fell back asleep.
My desire for thai food has to exceed my desire to be pain free.

Tomorrow I will crash.
After I stop by to renew my food stamps and go to the library to renew my books and go to the grocery store.
Then I will crash and not move again until my next birthday.
Assuming I can still move on my next birthday.

I'm really proud of Jessica Simpson. She's really lost a lot of weight and appears to have done it the right way. She's on tv a lot during the day.

Austin and I ran to the store to pick up some conditioner because I have squeezed every last drop out of the bottle I have.
Before we got to the main road a lizard poked his head out from under my hood and climbed up onto my windshield wiper.
At the stop sign Austin got out and tried to relocate him. He ducked back under the hood.
I thought he would be dead before we got back home but he hung on.
He climbed out when we got back home.
He was just along for the ride.
Austin insisted we name him... any creature that determined deserves a name.
We named him Larry.
Larry the Lizard.

When Oscar the dachshund gets to go with my parents they tell him he's a "Go Dog". When he has to stay at home he's a "Stay Dog".
Pop said Larry was a "Go Lizard".
Maybe you had to be there.

Grey's Anatomy starts over again in daytime syndication today.
I can't remember if this is the third or fourth rotation since we've been up here.
Fortunately my memory is so bad that I forget what happened half the time, even though I've already seen it.

And that's about it...
Birthday pictures tomorrow unless the weather makes my hair so frizzy that I'm embarrassed to show it.
Love and hugs, y'all.