On Being 76

“Seventy six trombones led the big parade,
With a hundred & ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows,
Of the finest virtuosos,
The cream of every famous band.” – from “The Music Man.”

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Right this minute, being 76 feels sleep-deprived. For some reason, I had bad dreams last night and ended up reading for an extra couple of hours from 2-4. Then, when I went back up to bed, our dog was barking. I tried to ignore it. When I couldn’t any longer, I went downstairs to speak to the dog. She was out in the garage, instead of in the utility room! I let her in and the cat rushed in with her. I went to bed and then the cat was meowing loudly beside the bed. My husband and I again discussed that if he lets the dog out in the middle of the night, he is supposed to get her back IN before coming back to bed. I’m afraid this is falling on deaf ears…

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Otherwise, being 76 feels good. Several of my friends and relatives left messages on my phone or wrote emails this morning, so I feel special. I’m hoping to speak to our son on chat in a few minutes.

“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.” — George Bernard Shaw

No special plans for the day – just feeling very lucky to be alive, persnickety, full of plans for the future, with never enough time or energy to do all I would like to do. Even the fact that it’s supposed to rain much of the day today can’t dampen my spirits.

“As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.”— Criss Jami