February 11, 2007
she loves to dance so every night we put on the easy listening channel on cable tv and I lead or she leads. she follows almost perfectly. I'm perfecting my lead very nicely with her as my partner. she will be 91 next week, and she still asks where and when we can go out dancing. she doesn't always know where she is or how to get to her bathroom, but she knows how to dance. we laugh really hard when we trip over each other's feet (which doesn't happen to often, but when it does, we start giggling and can't stop). today I laughed a lot with three of my former work colleagues (women) who came down to spend the day with me. we howled over the silly things we did and silly things we do. made so much noise we thought we'd get thrown out of the cafe where we had lunch. shared endless anecdotes about the kids we know and love and mates and how we spend our days. complained about getting older. unlike many of the elderbloggers I read, I still color my hair, wear make-up, and am addicted to fashion. I have to make sure that my hair covers my ears so that my pretty-much invisible hearing aids don't show. they looked at the things I am knitting and reminded me that I could sell them for a good price. someday I might, when I have the energy to deal with record keeping. I am overwhelmed with ideas for what to blog about. she will be 91 next weekend and my brother began inviting some of our cousins to come up for lunch and now there will be more than a dozen and guess who gets to do all the preparation. my cat is too fat. I weigh too much. I am going to ignore valentine's day. my four and one-half year old grandson uses words like "apprehensive" and uses them correctly in context. next month I will be 67, WTF!
saw this huge woodpecker as I was heading down the driveway today -- big plumed red head, looked like the Woody Woodpecker cartoon. I've counted five different kinds of woodpeckers around our property. also the usual junkos, chickadees, jays, cardinals, mourning doves, titmice (or is it titmouses?), wrens...... we have our own aviary. endlessly hungy winged things. I feed them. I feed everyone.




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