There are a lot of positives about being 8l. You can get by with murder. Your birthday is a constant round of festivities. Yesterday was the last one, my sister and cousin came up and took me to lunch and shopping. We ate
at Panera Bread and shopped diligently.

I still have a zest for life and am very healthy. I am not as strong as I used to be but I can still lift a five gallon
can of paint out of the trunk of the car. I did that last week. My body has gone south but I don't have that mean, pinched look that a lot of elderly women have.

One of the things that meant a lot to me was the birthday wishes from all of you. You have become so close to me
after all of these years of blogging and sharing our thoughts and dreams.

I am pretty much a lone voice crying in the wilderness when
it comes to liberal thinking. This was brought home to me
yesterday while lunching with two church ladies.

81 is much better than the alternative.