Birthday Thoughts

My parents said I looked like Ike when I was a baby! It was the tall forehead. Well, I have to admit I was not the prettiest baby. (For you young folks, Ike was the nickname for  President Eisenhower.)

I grew up thinking I was ordinary looking so I made an effort to smile a lot to make my face look pleasing. It seemed to work.

Once you start to feel old, birthdays make you feel even older. I practically had to drag myself out of bed to face the morning. That may be partly because my aching back sent unusually painful spasms through me yesterday.

For years I kept pretty quiet about my birthday. But you can't really hide from it, and I decided to enjoy getting greetings from friends.

One thing that makes my birthday feel depressing is that it falls during the week of shortest days of the year. I require sunlight in order to feel optimistic. Fortunately, today was warm and fairly sunny, so we took a walk and then had a really good dinner.

Now that my birthday is over, I can entertain myself with Christmas preparations for the next 10 days.