September Babies

Today is my 71st birthday. I don’t do elaborate birthday celebrations. Other than be taken out to dinner at one of my favorite haunts, by my spouse.

Birthdays, at my age, are just another way to mark the passage of time. I remember when my parents remarked–time seemed to pass more quickly with advancing age. Now, the weeks seem to fly by. When I worked it was agonizing to wait for weekends.

I’ll spare you from sharing copyrighted music files. Here are some favorite tunes about the passage of time.

Time Passages

Time After Time

As Time Goes By

Time In a Bottle

Time Won’t Let Me

Time Is On My Side

Time Has Come Today

If I Could Turn Back Time

Time Keeps Flowing Like a River

 

 

Another Birthday

This blog is celebrating its seventh birthday.  From a suggestion, It came to be.  My FB posts were like blog posts.  I no longer share blog posts with FB.  However, still share with Twitter.

There have been challenges to blogging this summer.  My wife’s health issues, most of all.  For now, she is on the mend, taking everything in stride. The vertebral compression fracture, which wasn’t at first discovered, gives her the most discomfort.

Something I didn’t need, was an attempt by miscreants to hijack my computer.  A sinister-looking red screen, fake error message, having to do with my browser, a toll-free number to call.  Their goal–it didn’t get that far–to hold my accounts hostage.  I stopped this lunacy with hard shut downs of my PC.

Why was I paying for internet security?  It didn’t seem to be working.  The laptop was attacked last night.  Shut downs were more difficult.  I had to take the battery out of its compartment each time.  I’ve since changed browsers.  So far, so good.

 

Happy Belated Birthday (My How You’ve Grown)

How could I have been so self-absorbed to forget? This blogging gig has gone on for six years.

“My how you’ve grown.  Looking forward to first grade this fall?”  Adult comments, most kids hated.

Starting new posts felt a lot like the first day of first grade.  “Attention everyone, when I read your name, stand up, tell a little bit about yourself–hobbies, what you did on summer vacation.”

Reflections? Changes? There are a few worth mentioning.

There have been fewer lengthy posts. That’s probably a good thing.

Times and tastes change. I don’t desire to touch complicated political or social issues. There are enough people doing that already. Rational discourse replaced by incoherent screaming altogether too often.  The “Boy Who Cried Wolf” fairy tale came to mind.

Screams of delight were an obligatory part of being six years old.  Acceptable blog birthday gifts?  No gifts, but a cake with one chocolate, and one vanilla layer, with chocolate icing would be nice.  Other suggestions:  Pony rides. A birthday party with all my blogging friends. Funny clowns, streamers, noisemakers–those afraid of clowns, look away.

My “To-Do” List For Today

What to do today?  There’s a disparity between what should be done and what will actually get done–like always.

My big brother’s 70th birthday is upcoming on May 26th.  This is indeed a milestone for my precocious older brother.  He was blessed with the gift of gab that I never had.

Yesterday, was the dogs annual check up.  I need to clean out the car, reconfigure it for human passengers.  It’s always a fun experience.

I was chided by the Vet for passing out too many dog treats.  Max’s fun car ride ended, when he saw we were outside the Vet’s office.  He kept trying to jump back in the car.

Were the car windows ever dirty on the inside from nose and paw prints.  The windows got an thorough cleaning inside and out.  Just in time for my wife to make a trip to the grocery.

HAPPY HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY, DAD

Dad at my tiny apartment

Today is Super Bowl Sunday, roman numeral, something or another.  I was thinking, that today, was also your birthday.  It’s a special birthday, too.  Almost everybody, thinks they’d like to live to be a hundred.  However, not many actually do.

Thirty-seven years later–I’m glad my older brother was such a shutterbug, and saved this picture of you.  You’re seated in my dinky, two-room bachelor pad, wearing typical bib overalls, reading a magazine.  I’m amazed there were enough chairs to seat everybody. This picture speaks of honesty, hard work, forthrightness–because, that’s the way you were.

You, mom, my brother, sister-in law, and nephew, sought shelter from a late-winter ice storm in 1978.  Your electricity had been out for quite some time.  The storm stayed to the north.  I was happy to have some company.  And, I may have cooked for everybody?  My memory fails me on that point.  But, that’s not important.

The tables have turned–in more ways than one.  Things have changed a bit, since you left.  We’ve all gotten older–have grandchildren of our own.  I’m, now about the same age, you were, when this picture was taken.  Time sure does fly.  I remember you and Mom saying that all the time; and not believing it.

“Stop tooting your own horn–tell everybody why this is such a special occasion.”  That’s what you would say; dad, you never were given to sloppy sentiment.  I now, know why it was so important to pay attention in school and church.  I wake up, meditate every morning, watch the sunrise–just like you always did.

I worry about things more than I let on.  It’s no longer all about me.  There’s great joy in watching children, grandchildren grow up.  And I know, there’s even greater joy, in watching them succeed and be happy.  True friends are increasingly hard to find. Some have already passed away.

Thought you’d like to know, the home place is in good hands.  Your only daughter, and son-in-law live there now.  They’re retired from teaching–moved back from Ohio.  The grounds are lovingly maintained–as are the house, and out buildings.  Mom, grandma, and grandpa would like it, too.

Several have said, how much, some of us favor you.  A companion picture of me, taken on this same occasion, looked a lot like you.  My sister, said, “My younger brother has the same walk.”  As much fun as it’s been to walk down memory lane–there have been differences.

My footsteps didn’t always follow yours.  We didn’t always see eye to eye–especially when I had to move back in with you and mom.  I think we were like two bulls locking horns.  As your, rebellious, sometimes stubborn, second son; I’m glad you were there for me–and Happy 100th Birthday!

“Those trapped in the present, can’t appreciate the past, and may fall victim to the  future”