Berthaday Girl…

Yesterday was my birthday…and after testing some soil samples taken from my back yard…it’s official…I’m older than…dirt

Funny thing is…I don’t feel…that…old…well…maybe my body does…but…something about me doesn’t…

Bertha…says it’s her…that she’s the part of me that still feels young…and…I suppose she’s right…or she couldn’t still be wearing those ridiculously high heels that she wears…or sporting that spandex without getting jeers and sneers at Wally World…and…she’s still pretty agile when she jumps onto her soapbox…so…I have to admit…she’s definitely young…

She goes on to tell me…that age…like beauty…is in the eyes of the beholder…and…that I get to choose how I see myself…and others…

I can look past the…gray hair…bald heads…wrinkles…extra pounds…deteriorating bodies…

I can look deeper than the surface…and…when I do…I can see the spirit…

It’s my choice…

Today…I want to look deeper…I want to see and feel the vitality that surrounds me…I suppose I should start…by looking in the mirror…

Jane

WallyWorld…Unlimited…

I read an interesting blog this morning…by…Dave Jackson…about…striking it rich…as an author…you know…like J.K. Rowling or Stephen King…fame and fortune status…

Now…he had a list of ten things…some altruistic…some…just fun…that he would do…then…he asked the readers…what would you do…

Well…my mind started racing…bigger houses…maids…grandchildren’s college funds…okay…maybe…I’d help out some other people…actually…I’m pretty sure that would be on the top of the list…but…when it came all down to it…I knew…what I would do first…

Drumroll please…

I’d go to the local WallyWorld…where I bemoaned spending half a week’s salary just yesterday…and…still didn’t have anything to eat to speak of when it came time to cook dinner…and buy everything I needed…you know…laundry detergent…toilet tissue…bug spray…printer ink…light bulbs…new broom…all those kinds of things…without looking at the prices…and…keeping a running tally in my head…

As unimpressive as it sounds…that would be a total luxury…I’d worry about snazzy sports cars…and…Bertha…shopping at Prada…after I had plenty of toilet tissue in the house…I suppose that confirms Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs

I just love when I can help out the scientific community…

Jane