Hello! I’m so glad you are here. We didn’t meet by accident. Nothing in life happens perchance. Please stay a while so we can enjoy each other and have some fun. I am hoping we’ll tackle some entertaining, some serious and some seriously entertaining topics together.
I want to know all about you. Of course, I’ll tell you some things about me as we go along, too, if you are interested. I want to know about you and your life so far! I want to know what you’ve learned, how you survived the worst thing that ever happened to you, and I am looking forward to hearing about the joys in your life, too. I am betting you have excellent skills and I am also guessing you have a few problems; we all do. I have an oar or two stashed in a safe place which we’ll probably need to use as we navigate life’s weird waters. I also have a patched life raft that I’ll share with you, too. It still works great.
Strangest thing happened a few days ago. I completed one of those personal-insight tests which revealed I am a bossy person. I wasn’t too surprised. I do act like a total know-it-all sometimes. My husband says I suck the air out of a room when I enter it, whatever that means. My friends seem to love me anyway, so that’s good. We all have our faults, you know.
You’ll see, I am old. Kind of old. Old enough to know better. Old enough to have a whole slew of battle scars. Old enough to know it’s alright to make a fool of myself because the last person standing with me never ever leaves my side. He cries with me, he laughs with me and gives me the best advice. He’s gotten me out of several jams. He’s literally saved my life many times. I would have been dead a long time ago without him.
I’ll admit, I lived a reckless life, not realizing how precious it really is until just a few decades ago. He pulled me straight out of that mess. Just wait until you hear about all the stuff he does for me.
I love him more than life itself. Seriously.
Being old isn’t really all that bad. Today, I am 23,426 days old. You can find out how many days you’ve been kicking here: www.daysold.com On November 23rd, I will be 23,456 days old. I think I will bake an orange chiffon cake to celebrate.
That’s it for now. Now, please tell me a something about you!
My Dad had a copy of this on his desktop (a real desk) under a large piece of glass that covered the entire desktop area to preserve the wood. I miss him very much.