was another birthday. I'm using my sister's method of counting the years. She says her 27th year was a good one, so she just celebrates that one over and over again. Makes sense to me. I am not fond of birthday parties. For the grandkids, yes. For me, no. I do not like to be fussed over. My family knows this. So I had cards arrive in the mail, telephone calls and a visit from one of my daughters, who was at the same time running an errand for me.
I spent a relaxing day. This morning my landlord, responding to my email, showed up and replaced the faucet on my kitchen sink and fixed the pipe beneath it that had sprung a leak. It is possible to have a nice chat with someone who is laying on their back with their head in a kitchen cupboard. He left when finished, munching on chocolate chip cookies.
Had a nice visit with my daughter. I have three grandkids with June birthdays, and she picked up cards for me to give to them. After I stuffed them with the appropriate amounts of cash and addressed the two to be mailed (one she took home for her son), she asked if I wanted to wait and mail them closer to the birth dates. I replied that if she didn't take them with her, chances were excellent that by the time I need to mail them, I will have misplaced them. I said that after I die and she and her siblings are cleaning out my apartment, they could count on finding at least five cards that I have put away for safekeeping, never to be seen again. She mailed the cards.
I spent the rest of the day crocheting and watching old movies from the late 1930's and early 1940's that I found on YouTube. I love old movies. Sometimes they are funny without meaning to be. Like one I watched that had to do with trains. The train wreck was so obviously a model train and the rain storm had to be the sprayer from a garden hose, all of which I'm sure was state of the art for the times. I found a couple of old Charlie Chan movies that were fun, just for the silly jokes if nothing else. Sometimes the news of the here and now gets to be too much, and a day of doing other things is necessary to maintain my sanity, what there is left of it. Today was such a day, and was truly enjoyed.
I topped off the day by treating myself to a pizza. After eating my fill for supper, I put a couple of slices in the fridge for tomorrow and froze the rest for a quick meal later.
I joke about counting the years, but truth be known, age doesn't bother me except for the fact that my body doesn't work as well as it once did. I'm not surprised, though, for I spent many of my 68 years doing physically demanding work, either while on the farm or in the various jobs I have held over the years. Sometimes I am surprised that I can still do as much as I can, what with the arthritis and all. I think it is all in the attitude. I can make a choice each morning, to let life get me down or to get up and get on with it.
I've got a lot of living left to do, so I think I will continue to just get on with it.