It is Thursday morning, February the 3rd. "I" has been out and I stood at the door as she did her business. All of this snow has made her very nervous. How do you go to the bathroom when the snow is higher than your head and you keep sinking down. She suffered great trauma for twenty-four hours. The second day The Emperor shoveled a path. Now she quickly hurries a few feet from the house, squats and hurries back. She has this dazed look on her face. "What the heck has happened to my yard?"
I'm back! Its been several days since I have been on here. Self imposed exile I guess. But since the big day has arrived. The day I have fought against and then have tried to embrace. OLD AGE. Oh I know there will be those that will say I have been here for awhile. But something about this one, the big 70 that has me gasping for breath. Where has the years gone. Sucked away as if by a big black hole. Disappeared, never to be seen again.
I slipped out of bed this morning slowly. Not sure how I would feel. Would everything still be working? Placing my feet on the floor I waited for new pains to shoot up my legs. No new ones. I headed out of the bedroom. Should I try a little dance step?" I thought. I usually dance little in the mornings. "I" moved with me, casting me a nervous glance as if I might slide over like the little man from"Laugh in," use to do. But I didn't, I danced my usual few steps and headed on to the bathroom. Thank God everything seemed to still be working. Maybe I will handle this milestone after all.
On February 3rd, 1941 in the small town of Sheldon Missouri. My mother at about six pm took her little packed bag and walked across the street. To Doctor and Mrs. Hornachers small hospital they had in their home. Aunt Dora had come to stay with Bud and Geri. There had been a flu epidemic and the Doctor and his wife had been up for over two days and nights. Things were looking better. "Lets have this baby before it gets too late Pearl," he said. Maybe we can get some sleep tonight. At a few minutes after nine I entered the world. Mother said I never stopped crying all night. The doctor did not believe in giving a baby anything to eat but water for twelve hours after birth. At around five in the morning Mrs. Hornacher came into the room with a bottle. "Sugar water," she whispered to Mom. "Don't tell the Doctor." Mom said I drank the sugar water down quickly. Then finally shut up and went to sleep. Bless my heart I was hungry. I came into the world hungry and will probably go out that way. I haven't shut up since birth either.
And Mrs. Hornacher wherever your spirit may be. I hold you responsible that I have such a strong love of sweets. When a cupcake is your best friend you know you have problems. Miss Debbie has me in her grip and it started all those years ago with Mrs. Hornacher and her dang sugar water.
I am not sure what this next year will hold. I am determined I will walk The Katy Trail, I guess we will have to wait and see. I am told I should be proud for making it this long. Now I'm happy to have made it this far. I just wish I didn't show so much wear and tear. But I am happy to be here, very happy.
I make the turn around in Blogland. My first time for days. The sky is dark and clear. No stars twinkling. Its snowed here too. I wonder if they have snow plows in Blogland? As I throw my words into the wind, I sing out. "Happy Birthday to me." Only silence echos back. I shrug and start towards home. The wind blows something into my path. Reaching down I pick up a foil banner. Turning it over I read the words, "Happy Birthday." Smiling I head towards home.. "Thank-you," I cry into the darkness. But for now, I'm outta here.0
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