I learned that the people who are most excited about sixtieth birthdays are those who are already sixty, for they desperately need other people to join their not-so-desirable club.
I learned that you should not have an age discussion with your SO right before you expect to sleep. Premature morphing of ourselves into seventy years of age is not a sleep aid.
I learned that gourmet cupcakes, like I see on the Food Network, do exist in my area and are mighty tasty!
I learned that you get a lot of advice and unsolicited help on your sixtieth birthday. Here are some examples from yesterday:
- Watch your step now that your eyesight is waning.
- Let me carry that for you. Your strength isn't what it used to be.
- Be sure not to fall. Your bones are brittle and your balance isn't what it used to be.
- Nuts? Can you still chew them with the teeth that you have left?
- Didn't catch that? I'LL SPEAK UP NOW THAT YOUR HEARING IS GOING.
- Oh, here, you have a crumb on your chin. You must be drooling now.
- Need a magnifying glass? No bother, I'll read it to you.
- Oh, I forgot. You don't hear so well, do you?
- Should I cut that cupcake up for you into smaller pieces?
- Maybe you should drink hot milk now instead of coffee.
- Careful now. This is a big step for someone your age.
- HAPPY BIRTHDAY (shouted), GLAD I COULD MAKE YOUR PARTY!
I did learn that friends were thinking about me and that my family loves me. For this I am very grateful.
I did learn that the gentlemen in the choir I direct sound even better with cupcake crumbs in their throats and windpipes! Lotsa fun!
Ancora imparo