#26 Sixty is finally here. Now on with the show...

Okay, it happened-- and it wasn't a "rapture" moment. No elevation into the heavens, no joyous singing, and no uncontrollable sobbing occurred; just a relaxing evening with my husband and daughter (she was my birthday present twenty-seven years ago) and good friends while we consumed a couple of bottles of California wine and a tray of scrumptious cupcakes. Tommy and Erin were responsible for the treats and the many laughs that were shared the entire evening--thank you family and friends.

Sixty seems manageable right now as I approach my sixtieth day plus one. Do I feel older, wiser, or ... what? Yes, maybe, and what is the "what" that I should be feeling? It's only a number and it is up to me to decide what I want it to be; and after contemplating all there is to contemplate at my age, I have surmised to make the next sixty years even better than the first sixty. Could that be possible, you ask? Possible, smossible! Of course it is, you old naysayers!

Stick with me and be the first to read my blog entry in 2071 (that is if I can slow down long enough to write one).

A side note to this blog--husband Rob read it and thought it should be longer (his words) since it was the big day. Sorry, honey, but I have a list of sixty things that need to be done and since you are the one who has been keeping me on track, I am surprised that you think I should spend any more time on blogging. Good grief, I have piano playing, spanish speaking, apron making, etc. etc. etc. to do! This has been a sufficient amount written for the actual day. With only a little more than a half of a year left, time is a'wasting and I need to move on. There are forty more goals to finish before December 31!