We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Today I'm a turkey! Actually, some say, every day. But every 7-years my birthday comes out on Thanksgiving. I was given some yummy chocolates. My sons ate them. I cooked a yummy turkey and sides. My family and friends ate it. I bought an expensive ricotta cheese cake. They ate that, too.
But, I wasn't left with nothing, was I?
A friend sent me this wisdom from George Carlin:
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!"
You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key. You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!
And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. . . YEAS!!!
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED, we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40.
Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 . . . and your dreams are gone.
But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.
You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime.
And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I was JUST 92." Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"
I just cooked a turkey breast with fixins' for Downs and myself for Thanksgiving. Ten years ago that wouldn't have been a big deal. I always cooked a turkey breast for us for Thanksgiving. But in your 80s, as you point out above, every day is a complete cycle. The roasting pan I used to use is too heavy for me now, when it has a turkey breast in it. So we went out to the cooking equipment store [an adventure in itself, these days] and bought a small roasting pan with upright handles for my weakened hands to grasp more firmly. It worked like a charm and I feel as if I've been given a gift of more useful years of independence. The little turkey breast was delicious, and the gravy also, and I feel proud and independent again. Once more, we've staved off "the nursing home storage unit" we dread to see. And we'll have delicious Turkey Divan this week, and scrumptious turkey sandwiches to slake our hunger.
We share a birthday! Is it really on Thanksgiving every 7 years? All these years and I never figured that out. I got a lovely big coffee mug with my 2-year-old granddaughter's hand print glazed in on each side.
Happy Birthday! I've never run into many people who share the same birthday, though there are supposed to be several in any large crowd.
The Elephant's Child
I bought an expensive ricotta cheese cake.
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Until I moved to Israel, I did not know there were other kinds of cheesecake besides New York style don't-drop-it-on-your-foot Lindy's cheesecake.
The ricotta/light cheese styles are traditional among Sephardic Jews.
As the traditional birthday blessing goes - may you live to 120, and may you live at 100 like 20.