Today is my birthday. “You’re how old? ‘” I hear you say. Well, I make no excuses for having lived so long and for enjoying the ride (for the most part).
Oh, there have been bumps along the way – the death of my mother, followed shortly thereafter by my husband and then my father a few years later. But I have been blessed with a happy marriage, two great children, their spouses and their children.
I have been privileged to see many parts of this wonderful world and in my travels have met many who have since become my real friends. I have also lived in other parts of this world; moving from London to Glasgow with my handsome young Scotsman;
Then when he was transferred we had two years living on the beach in Auckland;
then to Montreal. This wasn’t so pleasant. It was in 1969/70 when the French Separatists were very active. The children’s school and the local mailboxes were bombed; the police went on strike one memorable day and Bob worked far too many hours each day.
Then back to New Zealand to the beach and eventually to Wellington, where I live very happily now.
So today is my day. I am sitting at the computer blogging away; reading other people’s blogs and making no attempt to tidy the house, weed the garden or the myriad of other things that need doing.
Today I am having drinks with friends early this afternoon before going off to dinner with some others. My only regret is that many of my friends live in other parts of the country or the world and can’t join me for a celebration. However, the phone has been ringing off the hook and emails have been coming in. Don’t you just love the internet? It makes keeping in touch so easy.
Some blogs I have found or been directed to :
So I will raise a glass of whatever you drink, to my old friends and to all my new friends I have found in the blogging world.
“But I don’t want to go among mad people”, said Alice.
“Oh, you can’t help that”, said the cat. “We’re all mad here.”