Doubled Digits

“It’s not an age – it’s a speed limit.”
– My friend, Dr.Something-Less-Than-Twenty-Cats, after she reached a similar milestone not all that long ago.

Had a doctor appointment in the Big Shitty this morning for a post-op check. I passed with flying colors, but they’ve flagged me from driving for another two freaking weeks. We’ll see. I’ve done some limited driving already, I’m not using the pain pills, and I have no one to lean on for transportation. I’m not going out of my way to drive, but I ain’t promising not to, either.

Fortunately, the storm front that rolled through last night cooled things off without doing any lasting damage. LGS’s blood sugar went through the roof, and I had to give her twice the insulin she usually gets, but this morning she was back to normal so no harm done.

Last night, before the storm, I saw the first firefly of the season in our backyard (though I’ve been seeing them a few miles from the house for the last few weeks). Today, the first monarch butterfly floated through the complex, making me wonder how Waldoette made out on her autumn trek. My cup-and-saucer volunteers are now nearly 30 inches high, and the hydrangea is starting to bud. I’d say summer is all but official at this point.

So, welcome to the next year of my life.

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5 Comments

  1. Happy birthday! The results of the post-op check were a nice gift in themselves.

    *Worried frown* Be careful with that driving, though. Apart from anything else, I just wonder if you’d have trouble with your car insurance if you were in a crunch.

  2. Well, happy birthday my dear, Sal! I’ll be there myself in just a few more years. In fact, I have less than fourteen months to enjoy still being "forty-something." But most days I feel like I’m a hundred and forty-something.

    As for summer, I’d say we are finally there. The first thing I did after the wake-up ablutions this morning was to turn on the cooler. Last week my neighbor was calling this month "June-uary" which pretty well summed up how everyone in these parts felt about the weather.

  3. Happy birthday! You could always go with the "you’re only as old as you feel" philosophy (most days that puts me somewhere between 12 and 112).

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  4. You’re a June baby, too? Happy B-Day to you!

    I’m not seeing any fire flies yet but the flippin’ mosquitos have been a plague when I’m sitting out on the deck. I’m fairly sure that one flew in my ear and lodged in my brain last night *rolls eyes*

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