Yikes, this time moving on thing is a trite saying, a cliche, a rumor you hear when you are younger – but, this month, it’s a kick in the pants.
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Remember one of the songs? Will you still love me when I’m 64? That song; those lyrics. Well, I remember hearing it when I was under 20 and on Monday, I can change that “will you?” to “do you?” and the “when I’m” to “now that I am.”
It doesn’t seem old now . . . to me. Summer has a different viewpoint. The question is: How may times is she going to refer to this 64-ness come Monday. If I get ready to go on my walk that day and put on my ipod to hear THAT SONG, I’m going to . . . well, I don’t know, but she could be in trouble. Maybe there will be a new song – Will you still love me when my grandma goes postal with my hair and scissors? Too drastic? Well, I’ll think about it while I’m still 63.
Oh, really, how bad can it be? Think of the alternative ( there’s only one ). I say, revel in it, celebrate, choose to be ” that woman” and happy birthday!
Of course I’m only 61!
Thank you for the Happy Birthday . . . Oh, by the way, the grin you induced is threatening to split my face in half.