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Tonight I was reading a post from one of my fellow classmates about being behind in the classwork and the issues she is having and once again here I go. I used to catch on so quickly to new things. Now I need step by step directions for every step it appears. What’s up with that?????

I used to say, “You know you’re getting older when your boss is younger than you are. That was a few years ago and I got over it. Last week I went to see a new doctor. She was a very pretty young woman. I remember noticing it and being glad I didn’t end up having to see an old fart. Today I went to get my eyes checked. This doctor was another pretty young woman. I remember thinking back to the days when every doctor I saw was an old man. Hmmmm, then I figured it out. It isn’t the doctors getting younger, it’s me getting older. I guess I’m more concerned about this age thing than I thought I would be. http://behrlenyc.com/the-process/2009/04/testing-1-2-3/

a pedicure. Now that’s a Sunday night

The moth hung out on my door for hours. He had no fear of me or my camera, or he thought if he sat still enough I would go away without hurting him. I’ve hear when they just stay for that long of a time it means they are close to death. I hope not. He was a beautiful creature.

Once upon a time I couldn’t wait to be…

16…..

21…..

Even during those times of wishing I was older, I never thought about what getting older meant.

I never thought about getting wrinkles on my forehead

I never thought about getting wrinkles around my nose

I never thought about the drooping & frown lines around my mouth

I never thought I would be one of those people who “NEEDED” a face lift.

So when those aches and pains and lapses in memory start getting me down……I remember two of my favorite sayings

“Age is just a number” and “You’re as young as you feel”

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday Dear Megabyte

Happy Birthday to you.

Love

Mom

Arashi fuku
Mimuro no yama no
Momijiba wa
Tatsuta no kawa no
Nishiki nari keri
- Noin Hoshi

By the wind storm’s blast
From Mimuro’s mountain slopes
Maple’s leaves are torn,
Which turn Tatsuta River
Into a rich brocade.
- Monk Noin