Initiation

Day One of 65.  Strangely, today began with breakfast in bed.  I don't like breakfast and it's not easy to eat in bed but I appreciated the effort.  Do they think I'm too feeble to walk downstairs?

There are three presents on the bed.  A hoodie...that ubiquitous article of clothing that old folks aren't supposed to wear.(I read the fashion magazines).  Hoodies for oldsters are verbotten along with leggings, high boots, sparkly shirts, sparkly eye shadow and butt grazing skirts. I pay no attention to five of these rules. As for the sixth - it's too damn cold in Wisconsin. There is also a gold necklace in the shape of a dachshund - honoring my dogs both dead and alive.  And there are chocolate covered cherries. My downfall - dietetically speaking.  I don't usually get a second box of cherries but this was a replacement gift since all my family and their significant others ate mine at Christmas. I am keeping these in my bedroom.  They're great after sex and given the paucity of sex in my life the box should last two or three years.

Birthdays are a good reason to be active on Facebook. There are many reasons to downplay the role of Facebook in a person's life.  Wasting time there creates a fake social group of people whom I mostly don't remember and whose political views piss me off. HOWEVER - Facebook is great on your birthday. Thirty-some people - many of whom I haven't seen in over 46 years - sent me birthday greetings.  If I didn't have this connection there would have been less than a dozen well-wishers. Facebook birthday messages fill the gap left after my Dad died . He could always be counted on to forget my birthday and then suddenly recall having forgotten it some weeks later.  "I thought it was the 16th!" he would say. "No Dad, it's the 6th. The twelfth day of Christmas. the epiphany." He would apologize again and then repeat the incident each year...never getting it right. He'd remember the 6 part so the call would always come on the 16th or the 26th.  In the last two years of his life he never remembered at all.  That's okay cause my dearest friend can't remember her daughters' birthdays...and I cannot ever remember hers.

We had dinner reservations at two restaurants because I couldn't make up my mind. In the end we cancelled both cause I wanted takeout fajitas from a restaurant within walking distance of our house. We didn't
walk. I sent my husband. He didn't walk either.  I topped these off with a hunk of flourless chocolate cake. I wonder what's in a flourless cake...

Oh - I also received an email from Medicare reminding me that I hadn't yet had an annual exam, a pap smear or a colonoscopy this year. How do they know this?  And since we're only six days into the year - when was I supposed to get this done?  And why do they care?

I also went shopping. I bought a new toilet seat and a loaf of whole wheat bread. Not at the same place - although it would be nice if Home Depot sold food because it would save me a lot of time.