How did I make it halfway through my sixth decade of life? Sometimes I wonder because I used to think this was so old when I was a kid. Now of course it doesn’t seem old at all, except for all the aches and pains associated with it. Most of the time I have to look at the calendar to realize that, yes, I’m really this old. Thank goodness I don’t look it …yet, or so my co-workers tell me.
This is me. I don't post many pics of myself
But all this birthday talk brings up another story about a guy at work named John. This guy is amazing. I’m totally flabbergasted at his age and the hours he keeps. He’s an inspiration to me for my later years. I really think we’re cut from the same mold, but he’s about twenty years older than me. This guy ballroom dances, goes to bed at 2 am and gets to work by 10 the next morning. He astounds me by his story of laying wood flooring in his house until the wee hours and is still able to make it to work on time. He always has a big smile on his face too. When he came to work a week ago he said he’d gone to bed at 4 AM and would try his best to do the job at work that day. Of course I want to know what his secret is because that’s so like me. I seem to do fine on very little sleep and now I know I’m not alone in that world. That’s a very comforting thought because John is an ordinary guy and always in a happy mood. I like to think of myself that way too.
This is my sister, Scherri - Happy Birthday!