June 25th

 

Today is a milestone in my life. I'm 65. 65! I'd also like to say, Happy Anniversary, to the 3 pairs of jeans hanging at the back of my closet. They quietly hang there in silent reminder that I'll never get back into them, but, still, I remain eternally optimistic. Sixty five used to seem so old, when I thought about it from the long ago distance of my 20's. I almost feel like I did when I graduated high school - I'm beginning something that's yet to be seen. Treading these waters won't be easy. In some sense, I feel the regrets of an unfulfilled dream, but in others I realize that those dreams can still be attained. I just need not sweat the small stuff and focus on what makes me happy. If you Google/Bing "How does it feel to turn 65?" All you get, is a sea of Medicare sites. That's daunting in itself! But I sailed on in my search. There are many articles of unrequited lives lead by sad people, but there are an equal amount of the savvy senior doing what they've always dreamed of and their successes. So, armed with a new sense of self,  I pull my aching shoulders back, lock my painful knees and step into my uncertain future!
Away I go.........

Today in history. I remember the first color TV my Mom bought. It was amazing! I had just wished that she'd have bought it when Ed Sullivan had the Beatles on. Maybe my Grandmother wouldn't have been so cynical about those "boys needing a haircut!" Speaking of which..........

 

 

How serendipitous is this? I love the Beatles! They came to City Park Stadium (as it was called then) on September 16th, 1964. The price of admission? The exorbitant fee of $5.00!!! Waaaay too much, as my Mom repeatedly told me. I begged, to no avail. She was the original "Immovable Object". When she said "No!"

It was, No!

So, sadly, my sister, friends and I had to settle for our '45's played on a portable phonograph. A poor representation, in my opinion. I really had to hang onto that sullen pre-teen angst.

 

My bucket list dream, is to own a log cabin. Ha! What a ridiculous dream. Anyway, I'd at least like to vacation in one - near a stream, kinda secluded, so I don't hear any neighbors. As you've probably already guessed, I'm an introvert. I'd also like to do the vacation in the winter, so its snowing. That should get it out of my system.

 

 

 

CHICKEN SCHOOL

OF

EGGONOMICS

I figured out the input/output and costs: (sorta)

INPUT : each chicken cost $4.99. We have 7. I'll let you do the math, I've got the rest figured out. They eat approximately $28.00 of food per month (that's including table scraps of veggies) and drink about 3.5 gallons of water.

OUTPUT: about 5 to 7 eggs per day. The going price for organically raised, naturally colored, chicken eggs, is $5.00 per dozen. They do poop quite a bit, but its recycled into the compost heap. It can also be sold at around $25.00 per 25 pound bags.

So, class, as you can see, this endeavor is self sustaining. Yes, its a bit messy and requires some work, but the CEO and I have agreed to take it on. It may, at some point, bring some small income as well. The big plus is that, it is fun and the girls make us happy! (goes back to my original plan)

 

 

 

My dear friend, who is like my sister, sent this text.

 

 

This is her masterpiece of culinary art! She and my sister are great cooks! I don't excel, in that area. :(

 

 

and she made scratch biscuits!

Yum! I can only imagine how well her whole house smelled after cooking these all day!!!

 

 

 

Now for a small rant..............

Last week, after work, I stopped at Wendy's. It seems, covert satellites can pinpoint my whereabouts, the CIA can hack my phone and online accounts and whatever the hell the Black Net is, it can get my personal info, but at the drive up window, they can't freaking hear me say,  "2, dollar menu burgers, with extra onions"

Just sayin'