Hi, everyone. How are you this evening?
Today was my birthday. I am mumblety-mumble years old. Let me put it this way. I am getting ever closer to being able to take advantage of the discount afforded to people of a certain vintage.
We were going to celebrate my birthday over the weekend, but that didn't happen as we were involved in some other things that required our attention. And tonight we were cleaning off the driveway in anticipation of a coldsnap over night. Well, a lot of the work was done by the young man down the street from us.
This is my first birthday without either of my parents to wish me glad tidings of the day. It is not even a month since we buried our mother, and I still want to call her every day and see how she is doing. I even picked up another pile of magazines from the same woman in Halifax who's been supplying me with them for the last couple of years. I am not sure what I will do with them going forward. I used to give them all to Mom, and she would read what she wanted and then pass the other stuff to clients at the nursing home, or even to staff. She took great delight and putting the magazines on her walker and delivering them. I still find it incredibly hard to believe that she is gone. I miss her like crazy.
Anyway, this birthday is bitter sweet to say the very least. I am a year older. I am essentially an orphan. I know that I have to put one foot in front of the other and try to persevere, but I just don't feel like it these days.
I know I will get out of this funk, but I am not sure when or how.
I look forward to the coming year. I figure it can't be any worse than the one that just finished.
See you tomorrow.