During a Facebook chat with my 21-year-old nephew yesterday I jokingly told him that the older you get, the older middle age gets.
And I don’t think anyone is able to tolerate hearing the word elderly until they are no longer able to hear at all!
So here I am in super-middle age, providing I live to the triple-digits. My wishes this birthday were quite modest. I asked for a new label-maker because I wore the old one out. I’ll have lunch with a friend and maybe hear an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday to You or two. We all talk about time flying so fast and for me, it’s a slap from Father Time to realize it was almost three years ago when my birthdays nearly came to an end. I’m grateful. And I’m going to spend the next year labeling everything that doesn’t move including the sleeping cat or husband. You never know. I wouldn’t want them mistaken for anything but what they are which is my odd little, wonderful family .