Thursday, July 1, 2010

What is a milestone?

Webster’s literal definition is: “a stone serving as a mile post, a significant point in development.”
Well, my milestone is the latter.
Today, I turned that sixth decade stone still rolling down that imaginary hill of life.
I am steadying myself on that journey, that metaphorically and historically will still consist of bumps and dare I say humps in my own paths? (I hear you giggling folks, that wasn’t supposed to be a double entendre, but I’ll take the giggles and raise you one too! HA!)
But I am constantly on the move, bobbing and weaving in and out.
Which I am told it is not a bad thing.
Life in itself has a unique persona.
There is not much one can do about anyone’s actual trek towards their end, nor can we?
Who believes in fate?
Are we all predestined to live say seventy-five point two three years or ninety five point one?
And in reality what we physically and mentally do to stay healthy has no real bearing on what has already been pre-determined?
Some say that is true and that it’s in your genes and that we actually have no control what’s-so-ever, but wouldn’t it be nice to know that even if your genes were really bad that you had the ability to change your future outcome?
I know I know that’s what the doctors keep telling us all.
But is it true or hype and just a way for them to make a buck?
That we all know they need…LOL…
I know those words are blasphemous; to the medical field!
But a provocative thought to ponder, huh?

My day started out with many emails wishing me a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Boy if that’s not a good way to start your day I don’t know what is.
You see I am very proud of the fact that I reached my sixtieth year, although now Hubby and I are once again the same age for the next few months when he will turn sixty-one, but when you think of the alternative of not getting older, older will always win in my book!
And so be proud of each and every birthday, and happy that you are fortunate to have them!
Some never get as many as I have already had.
My sweet niece for one died before her fifty-first birthday, and two of my male cousins died before their sixtieth, and so this milestone of ‘SIXTY’ is wonderful and I will shout it to the world!
Yippee! Yippee! Yippee...etc. I made it WORLD!

Now down to the nitty gritty, Hubby teased me he had not given me a card, or so I thought, you see I awake so much earlier than him he usually sets it on the dinette table the night before so I will see it first thing in the morning.
Well, this morning the table was empty of envelopes of any size shape or form and so after all these forty plus years that we have known one and another I thought he might have forgotten?
Remember I said he teased me and he even slept in until after nine A.M. so I had to wait until he arose for that habitual card, and he had had it all the time!

The itinerary was left up to me and so with all this heat I chose the mall, I know how odd you are all saying…
Any-who, since at this bold age of SIXTY there is really nothing that I need or really want, and so it is safe air-conditioned territory to go and just look; what-have–you, window shop.
I know most men are saying, hmmm I bet.
No, really; it must be from all those years I worked in retail management I was detoxed (another one of my Tobism’s) years ago since many of my positions were at malls!
The most expense I bestowed on Hubby was a lunch from the food court, me a Greek spinach pie with Greek salad and he a Calzones like delight, both happy with our choices.

Once home we rested and discussed missing family; they being either so far away or sick or dead.
And with me that makes me quite emotional, since I miss them terribly all year but it just intensifies during special occasions or holidays.
For this I do know that we are not alone either.
But even so it is still sad and difficult.

For dinner we decided to go out to the local buffet restaurant where again we can both have any choice we so wish and that is what we did do.
But stopped at our harbor park on the way home to just see how it was with another storm on the horizon.
My concern for Skipper’s being alone during a storm brought us home and to me publishing my Blog tonight, which I have learned to save, save, save with any storm threatening!

I want so much to leave you tonight with some profound words of knowledge from this milestone that I have conquered but alas I am at a loss, and maybe that is what is profound that fact that I temporarily cannot think of what to say, and wouldn't that be a good thing for me to have more moments of silence? But heck NOT ON HERE! Oh I know … I AM SIXTY TODAY AND I AM SO PROUD!

Good night to all and to all count those blessing and we will too!

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