YESTERDAY: Another birthday, another day closer to death,
blah-blah-blah. This is my first month on Medicare, so that's how many of
these milestones I've passed on the long and winding road. Don't get me wrong,
I'm grateful for every second that I still inhabit this planet; milestones
just don't seem to mean what they used to. The main reason I even remembered
this one was because I needed to make sure I changed all my old medical
insurance information over to the new.
It was a mellow birthday, to be sure. I began the day with my usual long walk
around the neighborhood. I've managed to put in at least three miles a day
without missing a single one since early January, and, before that, missed
days were few and far between. It's definitely made a difference in my
physical strength and stamina, and, given the abundance of steep hills in this
area, I expect the cardiac workout has been good for keeping the ticker on a
healthy track. I could probably stand to focus on a more healthful diet, but at the
same time, it could be lot worse. I've got a regular physical checkup
coming up soon, so I'm hoping my doctor will give me a smile rather than a frown.
Ms. Brugger made me one of her classic birthday cards (see above) and, come
dinnertime, treated me to one of my favorite desserts ever — a mascarpone and
Irish cream whipped dessert with bitter cherries, a recipe she got from our
friend Yvonne. I was craving Thai chicken & basil for dinner, and since it's
one of my mostest favoritest things to make, I up and fixed it myself. Next week, it's Brugger's birthday, so we're going to have a fancier dinner
outing tomorrow evening as sort of a joint celebration.
We've been on a WWII movie kick lately, so for our evening theatrical feature,
we put on Tora, Tora, Tora, which she hadn't seen, and it's one of my favorite films. The Blu-ray has
the extended Japanese cut on it, so we watched that version, which I think I
prefer. That carried us pretty late in the evening, so before bedtime, I
finished listening to the audiobook of
Gateways by F. Paul Wilson, as I've been on a Repairman Jack binge lately. Paul has had some serious health issues, but I heard from him the other day, and it sounds like he's on the upswing. I very much hope so.
I received a ton of very nice birthday wishes from friends both online and in person, and every last one is deeply appreciated. Perhaps I can continue plaguing you with my existence for a long time to come. (Evil laughter...)
Laters, all!
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| My infamous Thermonuclear Thai Chicken with Basil |
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| Ms. B.'s mascarpone & Irish cream with bitter cherries. Heavenly! |
