No… No! No!! No!!! I looked at my calendar diary and realized I’ll be sixty-seven TOMORROW.
I thought I had a few more days of being sixty-six. I mistakenly thought my birthday was this Wednesday and I’d have more time to think about it. No, it’s tomorrow, Monday. Sixty-seven? It’s a bit of a shock.
Believe me, I’m not writing this blog to have dozens of long-stemmed red roses, cases of champagne or gifts of anything delivered to my door. Please. Cancel your orders. I don’t have room for anything. No kidding. At my age, I have everything and MORE!
What I’d really like is for you to send me a large, self-addressed, postage prepaid box so I can send YOU some of the excess of my life. Decorating magazines, anyone? Old clothing? Pounds? I have a lot of extra pounds to send you and I’m not talking about the British ones.
I’m grateful for these sixty-six years. Look at me at this very moment. Right now, I’m lying on a comfy bed with my beloved laptop and my teeny-weeny queenie, torty cat, Reina, is lying on my shoulder purring in my ear. What a life. All I need is a box of bonbons. No, I changed my mind. No bonbons. Didn’t I just mention the extra pounds?
Those years sure do fly by fast. It was only yesterday that I was in John S. Read School in North Camden; Veterans Memorial Junior High in Cramer Hill; Woodrow Wilson High School in East Camden and back to North Camden in Rutgers University.
Decades after college hurtled by at the speed of light and now I’m a wife. A mother. A godmother. A mother-in-law. A grandmother. A writer. A reader. A dog and cat mommy. And, to my surprise still, a senior.
I’ll return to my diary and write down goals for my sixty-seventh year. Finish my book–it’s getting there! Take care of my health. AND, have a lot of fun at age sixty-seven! Maybe have a few of those bonbons?
How about you, my reader friend? Is time flying by for you, too?
Marguerite (Wunsch) Ferra, Cramer Hill resident