and will be a teenager next year!
And I am now 62.
How the HELL did that happen????
laughing
One minute you are in your fifties...and BAM...just like that you have entered the sixties.
My sage advice for this next decade?
1. Live life to the fullest every day.
2. Always have something to look forward to...
3. Moisturize.
(...apparently the sixties is when crepey skin arrives...who knew???)
Since crepey is...well...creepy...bring on the Oil of Olay.
Got my birthday morels...
and have been savoring them.
John and I had a wonderful Birthday Escape and spent a couple days in Terre Haute.
...it was The Best...
With balloons...
and a ceramic butterfly dish for trinkets...and BACON...yeah, ya gotta love a guy who knows you well enough to bring bacon...and stuff for Sofi...and a great room at the Inn...
And breakfast and dinner at one of our favorite restaurants...including an oh-so-decadent slice of Triple Chocolate birthday cake...
also this...
Perfect for yesterday tidying the borders and plans and patio.
Looks cute with shades and ponytail sticking out the back.
Soon to have bright yellow daffodil blossoms!
Actually, yesterday was warm enough to open N.P.B, but today and the rest of the week is suppose to be cooler again...and then there is the rain...so we will wait a while.
Back to doing Physical Therapy...Occupational Therapy...Luminosity (for brain exercise)...and learning a lot from my Sixty and Me Group.
(...including the aforementioned moisture tip...)
I have lost about ten pounds of the Covid 20 I had gained...still working on it.
Coco Chanel was right...after 50 a woman really does have to choose between her bottom or her face.
Lose too much the face looks gaunt...to make the face look good you have to get used to a bigger bum.
Life is Unfair.
Still we soldier on.
So are the Ukrainians.
Today is the 61st day of the Russian Invasion.
Putin's 72 hour war has stretched into its third month now...and they are no closer to winning anything...in fact Russia is now staggering from sanctions from all sides.
At this point I am emotionally invested in the small mine-sniffing terrier called PATRON.
I am not a dog person...but you can't let anything happen to this little guy!
More later...
"We've decided you cannot leave us again...ever!"
Gadget and Sofi
