Turning 65 is not a happy number to me. Now I can't hide from the fact that I am officially, everywhere a senior citizen. Some places 62 would qualify. AARP starts soliciting you at 50. Everywhere 65 is senior. I liked 64 because it had its own song, "When I get older losing my hair, many years from now...." Nice tune, upbeat music. What's 65 got? Medicare. Wow, talk about feeling old. Where did the years go?
So many days seem like just yesterday, and they all are "just" yesterdays--days that have just passed away. I have lived over 23,741 yesterdays. Yesterdays of experiences, learning, careers started and changed, families started, loved ones found and other loved ones lost. Yesterdays of hard winters and warm summers; yesterdays of tough times and yesterdays of laughter and joy. Yesterdays of planning for all the future tomorrows, hopes and dreams and the world ahead. The more yesterdays we live, the less tomorrows are in our future, the less dreams and plans to make. Less things are physically in our grasp. But it's a time when less is expected of us and a time when we should be able to just relax and share our knowledge and experience with those who may be interested.
As we age we look back on our yesterdays, we can now see the invisible thread that connects some yesterdays to other future days and sometimes we can see the result of having lived that day to have the knowledge or wisdom to handle another, the building of experiences in our tower of life. Brick by brick, our memories are stacked day by day, year by year. Those times when I see the thread, it is made clear to me, I know it was God's divine plan. He alone, knows all our tomorrows and how our life is weaved together from our yesterdays to today.
I have to give a nod to Paul McCartney, who I adored as a teenager, and his song, "Yesterday"--"all my troubles seemed so far away, now it looks as though they're here to stay, oh, I believe in yesterday." We've all had dark days like that when yesterdays seemed so much better than the future, but it isn't good to stay in those dark thoughts. Remember and cherish those good yesterdays but be strong and hold out hope for a good tomorrow or even just a good today, believe in today or tomorrow, not yesterday as the song says.
Day by day we have a chance to start over, to touch someone somehow--to help, to encourage or to even just to share a smile or a laugh. Twenty three thousand days, I wonder how many I wasted? The older we get, the more precious those days are--knowing I will not get 23,000 more. Did I squander them? Was I fruitful? Did I touch someone?
Turning 65 makes me hear the tick tock of the clock louder. Time is passing way too fast, day by day. When my tower of memories is done being made, how long will my tower be remembered by others, keeping it alive? Will it slowly crumble away until it is forever gone?
Yes, 65 comes to me like a shot in the arm at the doctor's. You don't like it, but are glad to be avoiding the alternative. Take each tomorrow that comes and turn it into a yesterday that you will be proud or happy of having lived. Whether I live one day more or a few thousand, I hope I can make each day worthy of living, even if it's just a simple little smile passed on to someone. Don't get me wrong, I have big things I would like to accomplish too and turning 65 is a strong reminder to me that the past contains more days than the future. Each day is more precious than the last. We must keep building our towers of memories and bringing joy and happiness to not only others, but to ourselves. Remember the value of the each day before it blends into the thousands you've already lived, like an artist blending colors in a painting. And may we live long enough that our painting is a huge mural with mostly happy memories.
So, I will go on. My birthday is "just" another day in the year, another day tacked onto my life. My past reflections may harbor some regrets but my past makes me who I am and it also makes me more thankful for each day I am given. Now I will try to embrace the magic number that makes me a full fledged senior citizen. It's going to take a mental adjustment as I still feel like a kid at heart. Seniorhood, here I come, ready or not.
Monday, January 29, 2018
Monday, January 15, 2018
Since I don't have really regular subscribers to my blog, I am just using this as a place to "store" this info for my family.
Many Christmas ornaments are obvious that they are from various vacations we went on but I wanted to document some just for your information.
In the picture above, the red, white and blue bell, I made for our first Christmas.
The dried flowers are from our first Christmas too.
The rattan-type bell is part of a set but most have had to be thrown out. They were part of a wedding gift of ornaments from my childhood friend, Margie Watson.
The angel is my little angel that my parents bought for me for my first Christmas. It has lost it's wings. I believe they bought it at G-Fox.
The wooden nativity, Dad and I bought in Pennsylvania on our honeymoon.
The Deb mail box was made by the postmaster/boss who hired me in East Hartland, Priscilla Silkey. (she has since passed away).
The peanut man, I am pretty sure my Mom made.
The bird houses were made by Uncle Joe.
The bird on the clothes pin I made with the kids, Tiffany and Ben.
The crochet skates were made by Dad's sister, Ellie.
The rainbow candy were just bought in honor of rainbow candy being invented in Winsted, CT.
The star was made by a customer from East Hartland, as was another ornament like that. He was a nice guy, Robert Burke and sadly died in a fire at his workshop.
All spoons used to be Grammy Washington's.
The wooden ornament is from Germany from my friend, Joanne Bazzano who was in my wedding. She bought it when she went to Germany.
The paper ornament is from Hedy Wasner, another friend from my days at CG Insurance. She brought it from Poland where she was from.
The ones above I made in a Christmas program at Valley.
I didn't take pictures of some...the one that says "teacher" is from being a Sunday School teacher at Valley.
The one that says Dear Santa shaped like a letter, was given to me from a teacher at the Hartland Elementary School for personally answering all the Santa letters from her class.
It is obvious the ones Tiffany and Ben made and that some like the fireman and wrestlers were Ben's.
All I can think of for now. Will add more if I think of more.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
What an awesome treat today. We happened to drive by the Farmington River in Collinsville and were so amazed to see these amazing chunks of ice that must have thawed when we had our record warm days and the river moved them to the edge as it flowed and then they re-froze when the temperatures dropped. That's the only explanation we could think of, but I just have to say it was such a treat to see them. Some chunks of ice were clear as glass and you could see through them. This was something we never saw before and were so glad to happen across it.
Truly these pictures don't give credit to the wonder of seeing these massive chunks of ice in person. I encourage you, if you are near Collinsville this week, check it out.
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
First time we met Silas
Meet Silas Party
Silas first baseball game, Yardgoats in Hartford
Daddy's Birthday at the Cove
Silas just wouldn't look up
Sunday Breakfast at the diner
Riverton Fair with Grandma & Grandpa
At Cousins' adoption party
First Christmas Cookie
Silas 1st Christmas Eve