Age is an opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. - Longfellow
It's here. March 21. I'm turning... (yikes!) 79 years old.
So, do I fret?
Or just smile and be proud, thinking that I'm not getting older, just becoming a classic.
Here's what I'd been up to, in days leading up to this moment.
Medallion necklace from Second Daughter, a source of comfort and assurance
Hair is an accessory. It's like jewelry for your head.
I got ready to burnish mine a dark sheen.
Life is not perfect, but my hair can be.
Aging is like fine cheese. You might be a bit moldy on the outside, but you're still delicious.
(I won't be offended if you say, "Dubious statement.")
As has been my wont, I pilfered some for a gorgeous, free home arrangement.
Of course, a favorite pastime has been to search for and try new amigurumi patterns.
On a whim, I paused to talk to someone at the bus stop in front of Elk's.
As it turned out, she is a Hawaii resident doing paint sessions Tuesday mornings at Elks.
For my Dad's birthday and pre-celebration for me, I had a Barefoot Beach Cafe breakfast after a morning walk.
Hawaiian plate served in style, adorned with fresh orchid and pineapple wedge: burrito with pico sauce and strawberry/passion fruit smoothie
Today, I had planned on getting a birthday musubi snack from ABC when this came in the mail from my brothers.
A truly extraordinary treat of a candle-lit lechon!
My heart is full, no need for anything else.
I had a cheery birthday. Time to say, Good night!
Calling it a day with Baby Seal and Big Blog, snuggle buddies from First Granddaughter and Second Daughter, respectively
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