Turning… no, “Turned” 70
Turning 70 was my most interesting birthday for many reasons. Turning 60 wasn’t traumatic because I was still working and being productive. It was just another year, another birthday. It indicated that I was nearing retirement age but it was still a long way off. Sixty five came and went surrounded by similar feelings, but I began to savor the experiences knowing it wouldn’t be long before my life would change. However, I had a mission to plan and prepare for and a new home to think about.
Then 70 hit. I realized that I was really OLD. I was no longer productive like I was a few short years ago. I was retired. I was on Social Security. I don’t get much done in a day. I was finally really OLD and OVER THE HILL.
I tried to enjoy this momentous birthday. In preparation I went shopping and bought myself some clothes and yes, some fabric, and a chair for my sewing room.
It was awesome to have a party to celebrate it. I can’t express how great it was to have all my children in attendance. I appreciate the sacrifice everyone made to make it happen. I have such a wonderful family. I have all that to savor as I sit in my rocking recliner.



