No, but 66 are quite a few!

(Posted by Ron)

This has not been one of my best weekends, to say the least.

  • Yesterday was our 22nd anniversary.  Gayle was sick with the stomach virus I had last week and spent almost the entire day in bed.
  • We’ve started early on Christmas decorating.  Some years can be quite a production in the Lambert/Luster household.  This may be one of those.  Family starts arriving on Wednesday.
  • Nancy came over yesterday to help decorate.  We spent a couple of hours repairing the wiring on the new last year, pre-lit, going to save a lot of time each year, expensive Christmas tree.  Nancy did a beautiful job, by the way.
  • I was going to help with decorating but got too deeply into cleaning the garage which had become so cluttered it was dangerous to walk through.  Why the garage?  It’s where the decorations are stored.  I had to find them.
  • Oh, I found the laundry out there, too.  I’ve worked on it all weekend.
  • Did I mention that I had my sweet little almost 17 year old Cocker/Chow mix put to sleep this weekend?
  • Somehow I remembered to go to “Babys-R-Us” today for the “dog” gates we needed to protect the kitchen from marauding babies.
  • It’s 10:30 on Sunday night and Gayle just asked if I had written a post for tomorrow.  I didn’t say what immediately came to mind.  Instead I just said no.  After all, I’m very, very tired.

In less than three weeks I will celebrate my 66th birthday.  Gayle, as you know, is a youngster with 15 fewer years on the clock than me.  Otherwise, why would we be writing these posts?  22 years ago I would have been almost as tired after a weekend such as this.  The thought of “writing a post” would have been just as unappetizing then as tonight.

Then I realized I do have a post.  A post about being too tired to write a post.  In the past few years I’ve begun to ponder my aging.  Tonight was one of those times.  I’m almost 66!  I’m tired!  How can you ask me to think about writing?  Then it hit me.  I could change those numbers to 44 and the words would still be much the same.

I don’t “remember” the passage of those 22 years.  I don’t “remember” getting to 66.  Most of the time those numbers don’t bother me and this is one of those times!  They really are just numbers.

I have a feeling this post is going to be used against me when I want to be 66 again.