I have a birthday coming in three more days. It will be my 82nd. I realize the occasion does not rank much higher on the scale of life than, say, a park bench that just got painted and you ignore the “wet paint” sign, or me remembering, “the dog ate my homework”.
But it interests me. I am looking forward to this one. Mostly, because I don’t remember my 81st. I am setting aside some time (not to exceed 15 minutes, can’t sit that long) to etch this one in my memory bank so that when I reach my 83rd, I can write another blog and relate whatever happens on my 82nd. It is also the birthday of my spouse, “The Rancherette”, which is the main reason I am writing this. And, also, I must mention it before I forget it. Who knows if I will remember on the actual day. Happy Birthday, “Rancherette!”
Age, as someone once said (and I don’t remember who said it) is a state of mind. It would help to remember if that someone was in their right mind. And that brings me to this point, who discovered Daylight Savings Time? And moreover, why do we still need it? And I don’t know why I even bring it up.
Our resident Labradoodle, Bennie, is an expert of remembering and he is only 9 and ½ months old. He remembers where he left his bully stick. Heck I can’t even remember what I had for dinner last night. I think one’s memory bank is not as full at that age. Also, not overloaded with inane, dare I say, crap?
There I go again, rambling. That’s what us older folks do, ramble! Did I mention, the “Rancherette” has a birthday on the same day. Different years but same date. Lucky for me, I can remember her birthday, even if I can’t remember if I took out the trash yesterday. The trash pickup service is on Tuesdays so I must do it on Monday evening. Nothing worse than watching the morning news and hear the trash truck loading everyone’s bin except yours. This comes after the “Rancherette” reminds me to take the trash to the street. And besides that, I’m not telling her age, just that we have the same birthday, but not the same year. I will say she is much younger than me. Also, prettier, and smarter and cooks better, too.
The “Rancherette” and I occasionally go out for Chinese food. Some of our greatest moments are when we read the fortune cookie sayings. We have this little game we play. We simply place the phrase, “in between the sheets” to the end of each fortune and laugh ‘til we hurt. That’s what old folks do, laugh ‘til it hurts.
Now that we have a birthday coming, we may just go for Chinese food. Looking forward to reading my fortune cookie. Normally I do not play the lottery, however, the fortune strip in the cookie also has lottery numbers and being our birthday, I might just play. Maybe, I will get lucky.