Hello again. Believe it or not I write all the time, just not here. But today seems like a good time to record a few words as it is one of those impossible to absorb days, my birthday. My 64th birthday. Who knew that when the calendar said I was 64, my brain would keep saying something like 40? (Which is weird because my child, who in my mind should still need help to cross the street just turned 36).
Nothing makes sense anymore. I should have suspected something when some years ago the backs of my hands started to resemble the backs of my mother's hands. The skin was softer, thinner and the veins more prominent. I didn't mind that too much until the age spots appeared as well.
For years I understood, intellectually, that time takes it toll on the human body, and parts of me have been sliding south for some time, but that early morning, post shower, bright sunlight, eyeball to eyeball look in the mirror is not for the fainthearted.
