It's three degrees and falling . . . and I find
myself a tad nervous. Our hot water has been
frozen for two days, rather a contradiction in
terms if I ever say one! I find it interesting
that in my home, I never even thought about
these things, much less worried about them.
But, being in a 120 year old cabin, everything
changes. We've had to deal with burst pipes
as well. I give thanks that my man has such
a broad knowledge base and is a genius at
dealing with the catastrophes such antiquity
brings to bear. I find myself grinning as the
image of this 69 year old me (going on 120)
pops into my head. There are times I don't
feel so amused about aging but thinking about
the alternative puts things in perspective. So,
here's to a fab 2019, aging well . . . and . . .
oh my God, there must be a red about my age
out there waiting for me to take a sip!!!
a fine toast to you
we are aging anyway
bring out the old red
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