Today's the day...I'm 45. I've been looking forward to this day for the past 364 days. I don't see getting older as something to cry and moan about. It's a day to celebrate the past year's accomplishments, no matter how big or small.
Of course, I do have to remember that I not only share this day with a bazillion other human beings on the planet, but also with three Japanese Bantam roosters on the farm - Sparky, Buddy, and No Name. They're five, by the way. They also had a celebratory feast of lettuce, carrots, and apples to share with their feathered friends this morning.
Now, on to those bifocals. A couple of weeks ago I decided to bite the bullet and make an appointment to get my eyes checked. I figured it was a good idea, as it's been years since I've had that done...and I'm teaching Eldest how to drive. Then there was that incident a few months ago where I was lost and couldn't read the map...oh, and when I had to ask Kid to read me a telephone number out of the phone book... I just knew the doctor was going to tell me I needed focals - you know those bi or trifocals. When she gave me the news, and my shoulders did a bit of a slump, she told me I was lucky because she needed them when she turned 40. What she didn't know is I probably could have used them when I was 40, but hey, who am I to burst her bubble, you know?
I am now the happy owner of bifocal contacts. It's a bit weird, and my eyes are trying to adjust, being as one contact is for seeing distance and one is for close up. I've told Hon the only way to describe it is one eyeball focuses on the near or far of it all, while the other is just there - sort of along for the ride, but not doing much. He told me it's got to be messing with my brain, but I told him I'm re-training my brain to see things differently. That sounds much better - more educated, I think. I'm going to get myself a pair of glasses, too, because I still can't see real small print worth a lick, and had to ask the gal at Jo Ann Fabric to read the fine print of a coupon they had there this morning, but I can still read a book looking at the print upside down, and that's one of those things I like to be able to do when I'm reading a story to a group of kids.
Tonight we'll celebrate my day with a stack of birthday pancakes complete with whipped cream and sprinkles - that's tradition. Hon made me a chocolate cake yesterday (which we decided to dig into yesterday being as it's chocolate), but there's some left for us to enjoy today, too. I'll cherish the cards I was given, along with the hugs and kisses, too.
So there you have it, folks. My birthday...not to mention Buddy's, Sparky's, and No Name's birthday, too...oh, and the bifocals. I think I'm going to sneak myself a piece of that chocolate cake... Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.