Happy birthday to me, hey?
My birthday started with a whining dog scratching on the throw rug in the bedroom for me to get up. I then had a birthday feast of 3lbs of raw turkey…but decided to give that to the dogs and just have a cup of tea instead. Am currently stalling getting ready for work by blogging.
I thought 35 would be awful but in truth it’s no different than yesterday when I was 34.
In the past 35 years I have:
Visited New York City, Los Angeles, Denver (the airport), Chicago, Boston, Charlotte, Washington DC, Nashville, Knoxville, Atlanta (duh), London, Calais (the ferry terminal), and Edinburgh.
Walked to the Greenwich Observatory.
Gotten lost in a foreign country and found my way home.
Been adopted by five magnificent greyhounds.
Had my heart broken a zillion times.
Been married, separated, and soon will be divorced.
Fallen in love a zillion times.
Met some of the most incredible people and am lucky to call them friends.
Been loved, annoyed, and cared for by three wonderful feline roommates.
Found strength I didn’t know was there in the face of lymphangectasia (BoBo), lumbrosacral stenosis (Lizzard), and possibly cancer (Profile) in my greyhounds.
Been diagnosed with BPPV and spent several weeks walking on a trampoline.
Moved from Georgia to Tennessee to Georgia to West Virginia to Georgia to South Carolina to Alabama. I’m hoping the next move will put me back in Georgia since I seem to have skipped it this last time.