Just when we thought Spring might be just around the corner, Winter hit us with another blast of cold air and lots of that white stuff that likes to stick to the ground and on the roads and makes us have to work whenever we want to go anywhere. It’s really pretty and does make things look a whole lot better outside. The outdoors had begun to have that ugly, muddy, dirty, just before Spring look it gets every year when nothing looks especially pretty unless you like dirt, mud and grey.
This week I’m celebrating my seventieth birthday which kind of astounds me when I think about it. I remember sitting in Home Economics class with some of my girlfriends many years ago, discussing how old we’d be in the year 2000 and most of us would be 50 or 51 and we thought that was so old. Now I’m nineteen years pass 2000 and looking at a whole new decade that I never thought I’d see for at least a few more years, but here I am. How did I get here so quickly? If you are reading this and you are in your thirties, forties or younger, just know, one day you will be seventy one day if you are so blessed, and you, too, will wonder where the years have gone. We take youth so for granted, but it really is fleeting so enjoy it while you can. You will not be young forever. That is not to say you can’t remain young at heart. I still find things pretty miraculous at times. I love nature and baby animals and babies and listening to stories and playing outside in the fresh air. My body doesn’t cooperate like it use to. In fact, my body tells me, “No,” many more times than I like. I can’t run up steps two at a time anymore. Sometimes I feel downright shaky on my own two legs. I tire easier. But that’s okay since when I’m tired I can still sew, quilt, knit and read, all things I love to do. I’ve knit two pairs of socks in the last weeks which kind of tells you I’ve been a little tired lately.
I still want to get one more puppy and a kitten. I still want to get more baby chicks and raise them to adulthood and gather eggs every day. I still have a lot of places I’d like to see and people I’d like to visit. I’d like to walk five miles a day again. There is still a lot of life in this old girl! So I will celebrate my birthday by eating cake and ice cream and thank the dear Lord I made it this far. Whatever happens in the future is in His hands, so I’m happy with that.
My very best friend in grade school was a girl whose name is Mary Jean. She and I were born in the same hospital, on the same day and our mothers shared a room while there. We found each other in first grade and we have been friends ever since. We grew apart in high school, mainly because our classes were not the same and I was boy crazy and dating and found David, the love of my life in high school, but we re-ignited our friendship after high school through letters we wrote to each other. She married and moved clear across the country and raised three children, one of them named Kate, and we stayed in contact. One year David and I drove out west and I wanted to go see her so I called her and she was so excited to hear I was coming. We drove and drove over the mountains to her town and found her house. It was like we had never been apart. I met her children and her very nice husband. I was so glad she found a good man. Sadly, he has since passed away. She fed us lunch and homemade pie and we sat and talked in her back yard and she took David and me to see a neighborhood garden that was so beautiful and the fact the people allowed the public to tromp through their garden was very special. Our visit was way too short. She gave me some flower seeds to plant when I got home. When we left I felt so sad because I knew it was probably the last time we’d see each other. We continue to send cards to one another and when I was sick this past November, she was so concerned for me and wrote me a letter saying so which was very touching. I wrote back reassuring her that I was well. This is true friendship when the love for a friend never dies no matter how far apart you are. I have so many stories I could tell about her and my escapades when we were girls. I’m hoping she will have a happy birthday and know that I am thinking of her.
Our daughter and her family brought me some beautiful flowers for my birthday.
Several different kinds.
A sunflower which makes me think of Summer days when I complain about it being too hot, so I better enjoy this cool weather now.
Little roses. So pretty and dainty.
Are these carnations? Not sure.
I really wish someone could tell me what these are. My son-in-law didn’t know either and he knows flowers. They are gorgeous.
They also gave me this card.
Why do people think I like chickens? Hmmmmmm? I just ordered a T-shirt with a chicken in a headscarf on the front of it, so maybe I do like them a little bit. I lost another one of my older chickens this week. I went out today and couldn’t find her and David found her under the snow. He thinks she probably died before we had the snow because there was no snow under her. It’s getting closer to the time I will have to get more chickens. They have them at Rural King and I have been looking at them.
And one of my grandsons wrote me this birthday greeting.
There was a piñata.
A slide for me to go down!
A birthday cake, of course.
Thank you, Tristan. I really enjoyed this card and will save it forever.
I have several friends who are now in their eighties and still going strong. Our contractor told us he believed his father was going to live to be one hundred. I’m not so sure I want to live that long, but we can’t chose our time to die, so whenever God calls me home will be my time. I’m hoping David and I have many healthy, happy birthdays ahead. Anyway, we are celebrating all week. I don’t plan to do much cooking or baking and a whole lot of eating out and maybe some shopping. We are going to pick up the new sink for our bathroom which is getting remodeled this Spring. I’ve always wanted a pedestal sink and since David picked out the sink and cabinet for our upstairs bathroom, I am choosing the sink. Off to Home Depot we will go! I love remodeling. I think I would have done well on one of those fixer upper shows on HGTV. I love seeing a room and changing it into something completely different. Heaven knows, I’ve done it several times in my lifetime. I have done most all the painting in our house. The paint section in the lumber yard store is my favorite place. I’ve made some bloopers in my time like the Pepto Bismol pink bedroom I painted once. We lived with it for several years, but David never let me forget it. We’ve papered, stripped paper, painted and painted again all the rooms in this old house of ours. Right now I’m pretty content with all the rooms, but give me time.
We live on a fairly busy road, especially during the week and I have seen many things go by in all the years we have lived there. Because there is a train track right across the road, we see a lot of trains which my grandsons love. Me, not so much although I’ve gotten use to them. We have always lived where we could hear the trains go by. We lived on a hill in Richmond and down below us was the train track. It’s now a walking trail which I would have loved when we were living there. The neighbor girls and I went raspberry picking along that track years ago and got the best raspberries. Raspberries use to grow wild in a place near our house where we live now and David would go and pick a quart or two for a pie. The gravel pit expanded and they covered up the raspberry plants, so no more raspberries. Boo. By the way, I got off the subject of the train track. David looked out the window the other day and said, “What is that?”
I was thinking space ship. It was extra long and the truck driver was having a hard time turning and getting over the railroad track.
Traffic began to back up.
Then he finally got over the track, but he got stuck and I began to worry about a train coming because they go through often.
But in a few minutes a guy from the gravel pit came riding up on this front end loader and lifted that thing right up and over the track. It’s called a trommel. Our word for today. A trommel is a rotary cylindrical or conical screen for sorting ore, coal, gravel, etc. I would have never known that, but David watches all these shows on tv where people are digging for gold. This one will be used at the gravel pit.
That’s all for today. I’m going out to eat for the first time this birthday week. David took the week off so we are eating out every day. Yay! And we are eating dessert first.
Here’s to best friends, birthdays, trommels and painting fanaticism. Bye.