Today’s My Birthday-Oct 7

What shall I tell you about…books piled high, watery eyes, a day burned up, my birthday coming up. Shall I tell you, I have one more year before I’m officially a senior citizen and how the gray and wrinkled look at me and laugh because I’m too young to be north of 60. My hair dyed dark brown, almost always a big toothy smile, no cane, loose hips. I can see some smiling at that last little quip. I know you're winking on the other side of the screen or perhaps it's an allergy or old contacts. What shall I tell you about…the cheer in a Winter t-shirt and red skirt, long brown hair. I still have the photograph to prove I uplifted Pop Warner. What shall I say…I love a great storm but not destruction and death. I think many of us think this way. We look outside for the excitement, which may or may not come. Glad it didn’t, but sad for those who were gobsmacked by it. I will tell you some random things…like my library sale. Thought I’d buy one or two. Brought one bag. Filled it up. The prices insanely good. I remember the days where I’d buy one book. It was most precious. Each life is duly precious…each and every one. Each and every thought and moment. Fill your bag up.