My life in blogs.

I am 58 years old, was born two days after Christmas and my brother was born on my sixth birtday. So I share a cake with my brother and get some money. I don't remember having a birthday party. You are lucky to have a nice family. I am glad you are okay after your fall. Training donkeys, mules and horses have given me a number of barn yard mishaps. I've been on crutches sometimes.

Any wasy, I like your style. Keep up the good work and have many happy birthdayd!
L

I liked your "Worried Mind" very much. I am Bipolar and can idenify with some of your talent. I have improved my vocabulary! Thanks!
L.

Aww. Sorry that you were feeing lonely. I know how that is.

My birthday is in November and lately (basically years) it's not been a big day for me, yet I like to celebrate it anyway in some way. So I decided last year that maybe my son and I could go share sushi at the Japanese restaurant nearby. We could walk since the car wasn't working anyway. My son didn't want to go, so I walked to this female friends house.. Nobody answered. She'd not given me her phone number so I couldn't have called. When I came back, I talked my son into going with me.

On the way, I wasn't walking fast, but I also didn't realize I had ear infections in both ears, so I was out of balance, but also didn't see the sidewalk was lifted up in some places. I fell face first. Luckily, somehow my purse slid under my hand so nothing got broken there. But I was stunned. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move, at least not for a few minutes. I had my son roll me sideways.

A car drove by and stopped and asked if we needed an ambulance. I manged to tell him no. I got up finally, and continued to the restaurant. My son and I ordered, but squabbled over that. After a few minutes he said he was going home, yet the order hadn't even come yet.

Oh well, I thought. So I sat there, grumbling to myself, and then and ate all of it--bite after bite. Unfortunately, I got a bit too much wasabi and almost choked on the hotness of it. Tears even came to my eyes.

The truth is I was also angry that nobody was there to share my afternoon with for my birthday. Finally, I shrugged it off and went home. I guess this is how it is when you've been single for this long, and everyone is too busy with their own lives..

Oh god. I hope I'm not losing it. Part of the time I forget how to spell "the" LOL *kidding.

Actually there have been some times when I kind of forget what I'm getting at. I don't know if it's because there are so man y hings for me to remember that my mind is cluttered up, it's like a car engine and tends to idle or downshift, when it should be in gear and ready to go Well, usually stuff like this happens when I speak to more than one person. Maybe that's just fear of public speaking?

But what of the other times? .

3. a half-decent ska punk band from the 90s which may have the song ("What I Got") with the most ironic lyrics ever.

Oh, and my favorite word these days is "crepuscular."

In a word... yes. Well, at least concerned. Caught early, the progression of Alzheimer's can be slowed considerably. It might not be that, but having watched two parents separately drift off into the hell of dementia, I'd be more inclined to err on the side of caution.

Careful, or I'll post my Fukushima Dai-ichi Memorial Haiku, and no one wants THAT.

Oh, so bad. So clever! You are in rare form today. Too bad I gave up sarcasm for Lent

You're in Louisiana... won't they roux the day?

And how about a flats container? Made of all-natural material, of course, for good measure.

my favorite thing about reading these things is the honesty that comes out of it. im sorry you feel lonley, know you are not alone. and never let that optimism or hope be taken from you, sometimes its all we have. keep up the great writing