A perfect day . . .

Tracy came and spent the night - a wonderful treat! We went to see the new Clint Eastwood movie, "Gran Torino," in which he plays a bigoted retireee who becomes a reluctant neighborhood hero. Powerful story, awesome acting.

67 . . . .

... but, I'm not counting.


Birthdays seem to arrive a whole lot faster then they used to and the days in between flash by all too quickly. I guess this is another one of those "aging things" you read about in the check-out line magazines at the grocery store but, who cares, I've decided to enjoy the cake and simply stop counting.

I slept late this morning, waking up every hour or so and then drifting back remembering .....

Sweet memories from birthdays past and yet it's a good feeling to know that I'm happier in my skin than ever before. I guess birthdays bring about some good things other than cake after all.

Zoe . . .

The telephone has the jolting power to tilt your world and yesterday the tilt was in a good direction. The call came telling us that Zoe's blood tests all came back looking good ..... a huge sigh of relief!

This little 10 lbs of fur has captured a gigantic spot in our hearts . . . .

Froma . . .

Strange, we hadn't spoken in years but after just a few minutes on the phone, it felt like we were curled up on the couch and talking as if the years had never slipped in between us. She was my childhood right-next-door friend, the one that was a part of so many of my growing-up discoveries. Our perspectives were different but the same . . . she being the Jewish girl, me being the Christian. We never knew we were different back then but society did in those days.

One of my fondest memories is of the two us sneaking in to sit in her formal living room - sitting on the forbidden furniture while her mother was busy elsewhere and not there to scold us away. Anne, the mother who to a child's eyes, had a zillion bottles of nail polish lined up in rows in the kitchen pantry. So different from my mother. Furniture in my home was meant to be sat on ... and fingernails were rarely painted red except for very special occasions.

Sometimes we get lucky - sometimes when the phone rings, happiness and memories come drifting back into your heart through the telephone lines and the years drift away. It's nice to have my childhood friend back - I missed her.

Monday evening worries . . . .

Zoe is not feeling well. I worry and fuss over her as if she was a child. Another sign of old age? She's had medical issues from day one and I'm always on the alert for any change in her behavoir. Taking steroids on a daily basis comes with consequences but that was the last resort after several years of treating her holistically. I love her to pieces and wish I had a magic wand that could make her healthy. I wish, I wish, I wish .....

Waiting . . .

I find myself looking at this thing called a BLOG each time I pass by my computer expecting to find that words have magically appeared. I'm hesitant to share what is inside and so I leave the canvas blank. The photo of Zoe, my shelter-adopted cat, tells a lot about me. I love animals more than myself, I'm playful and unpredictable. There, a beginning . . .

How to begin . . .

Blogging? Do I dare, do I want to, do I even know how? Confusing entering new territory but perhaps simply by starting a new process opens up doors that forever would remain closed. I always thought only teenagers and young people blogged but I've discovered that it allows you to know and learn from others in a unique new way. So blogging I will go and I hope it proves to be an interesting door that I'm about to go through.