The only interesting thing (I think, not being a numerologist) about becoming my age is that it's a prime number.  It sits right next to a very non-prime number which is divisible by lots of things (making it, by the way, a good number of stitches to cast on, giving you multiple choices for pattern repeats.)   My agent sent me a birthday card ( Read more... )

Having a kid who's over 30 means every birthday sparks thoughts of one's own age far more than it did when said kid was three.  I didn't consider his birthdays linked to my age when he was shorter than I was (even when he got to be taller.)   He was kid, I was parent, kids grow up and...we just sort of stick somewhere until they're out of high ( Read more... )

Anyone remember the Beatles song "When I'm Sixty-four"???

I do.  And now I am.  ("Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?"  Apparently yes, where Richard is concerned, as he made breakfast this morning...and when he catches up to me later in the year, I'll still need/feed him, you betcha.)

Monday of this week was cold and wet and windy.  Tuesday was sunny and pleasant.  Wednesday was sunny and warmer than comfortable--near 80, humid.  Thursday the bottom dropped out and it was in the 30s (F) and sleeting and raining and blowing hard and thundering and so on.  A couple of brief power outages.  The wind last night was still battering ( Read more... )