JUST ANOTHER THURSDAY OR IS IT?

TODAY STARTED OFF WELL waking at a decent hour where I started making plans for the day.  It's my 67th Birthday!  67...that doesn't seem possible.  I'm officially OLD.  
OLD
LADY
DEANNA

What will I set out to do different as it is the first day of being 67?  
Walk? Diet? Exercise? Read?

What have I got to work toward?  What have I to look forward to?
67 isn't young, yet it is younger than 80ish.  I must do somethings differently and that is the way the cookie crumbles.

Having my household in order is a must.
So I continue with the paperwork.  It's not the end of the world, but it is taking a substantial amount of time and effort to recover from such disarray that it hurts.  Put some good music on, light a candle, have a cold drink to my side and forge ahead.  I don't have to dread it.  Make it fun and the time will fly right on by.

I do have hopes of having our household in order, tidy and neat.  Letting go of much lightens the load.  Getting this done is what drags on and on.  

I asked my Husband what he wants to do...about our lives.  We're working on thinning out junk.  The COTTAGE will be remodeled so we can downsize into it.  This will help with our financial health.  He'd like to have a Art Studio.  I'd like to have order in our HOME and go travel a bit to see some sights in the United States.  BE healthier and relaxed about getting older.  Aging.

So far, I got off to a great start this morning going through the old papers.  I'd like to empty these boxes full of loose papers to where they have migrated all together into individual boxes of a HOME ESTATE BOX, FINANCIAL BOX, MEDICAL BOX, CHILDREN AND GRANDS BOX, Misc. BOX.  Then another round of going through each box and getting even more so organized to where the papers can once again be filed. 

Some of the envelopes I pulled out are smoked damaged.  Using new envelopes, I put the hair trimmings of my children and baby teeth I kept into different envelopes.  Talk about going down Memory Lane.  grins.  The fire didn't get everything.  Praise the Lord and move forward.

Today is Thursday.  I was born on a Thursday.  How's 'bout dat?  This day was about 24,472 days ago.  What have I gone through or done with my 24,472 days?   That sounds like a lot of days.  There's 170 days left in this year.  

President Eisenhower ruled.  
Aint That A Shame sung by Fats Domino was being heard on the radio.
I was considered a BABY BOOMER.
It was about 95 degrees hot that day.
I was born in the morning so that would have been in the cool of the day.
From here on out is HISTORY.

This evening, Hubby is fixing me a steak, baked potato and grilled veggies.  No cake.  Maybe ice cream.  All sounds good.  

Happy 67th Birthday, Ole Lady.
~d