Thursday, March 29, 2007

It Doesn't Feel Any Different Than Fifty-Nine.

Day before yesterday I was just a kid, only fifty-nine years old. Nothing big for my birthday, a trip to WalMat for groceries and a quick visit to my pal Steve's to collect a little lead he was saving to mold into bullets.

Today nothing unusual but rain and thunderstorms, sixty doesn't feel any older than fifty-nine. Seems somebody shoulda baked a cake. Oh well, Linda Lou cooked a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. Maybe I shoulda put a candle on one.

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