And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
–Joni Mitchell
Well, I’ll be damned, I lived to see another birthday. 66 times around the sun and I’m still going strong. Eh, maybe more like blindly stumbling along, but it sure does beat the alternative of NOT having a birthday.
Was out late last night while the work crew finished doing a half-assed job on putting up some wire fencing to keep Maris’ Kitchenette slightly more secure at night. Naturally, that required more than my usual beer intake and I’m feeling the effects this morning. Bailed on the Friday hike and I’m conserving my energy for an afternoon gathering of friends and acquaintances at the grand opening of the canteen. I’m sure that will involve beer drinking too.
Anyway, no real birthday insights or reflections. I’m getting much better at maintaining my one-day-at-a-time attitude. That keeps me from fretting over things I’ve had and lost and thinking of the things I want and don’t have. It is what it is, and on balance, I’d say I’m pretty damn lucky.
Thanks to all of you who regularly drop by to read my drivel. It gives me some daily purpose to share my life story, such as it is, with y’all. I’ll be back with more tomorrow. Assuming I survive the night.
My guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.
Clickbait-y title! But I get the double-entendre. I keep forgetting your birthday is right around mine. This entry was posted on the 27th… is that the big day, or was it the day before? Your posts often refer to events from the previous day, which is why I ask. Once you confirm your birthdate, I’ll write it on my birthday calendar. Should’ve done that years ago.
We will, of course, be expecting food pics and resto pics with lots of smiling faces. Happy Birthday! At 66, you’re only two-thirds of the Devil’s number, so be glad you won’t live to see 666.
Trivia: “sex” is Latin for “six.” It’s pronounced “sakes.”
Happy Birthday John. How is that eye fix going.
Be safe, be happy.
Jerry
Happy birthday, John.
Happy Birthday big J!
Kev, the birthday is the 27th. It’s true, I usually write about the preceding day’s events, but I do make exceptions. Like when I know I’ll be incapacitated in the afternoon. I never knew about the Latin word for sex. For goodness sakes has a much more pleasant sound to me now!
Jerry, the eye is worse than ever. Hopefully, I’ll get clearance for surgery next week.
Nomad, thanks, and good to hear from you. Glad you are still dropping by.
John, Happy birthday and happy trails to you.
Here’s to many more!!!