I took Mazie Grace back to the vet today. They took her stitches out and gave her another set of shots. The vet said her incision was healing nicely, and that she could be released from her confinement in the garage. I think the shots have made her feel bad - she is sleeping on her blanket and didn't even get up when I went to check on her. One more trip in three weeks for her final shots and she will be through with the vet.
Today is my birthday - I am 62. I had to remind H and prompt him to say "Happy Birthday". We don't make much fuss over birthdays in my family. He did promise to take me out to eat when he gets off call duty at work.
I can remember when I thought of someone who was 62 as being really old. I don't feel any different than I did at 22 - well, maybe a bit smarter. I just don't think of myself as being old. Maybe since I don't have children or grandchildren - I don't have concrete evidence of the passing of the years. Wasn't it just last week that I was cramming for college exams?
I don't mind getting older. Age has many advantages. You stop trying to impress people and start living your own life, on your own terms. You learn to judge people by who they are inside, rather than by appearance or social status. You learn to relax and enjoy life. You learn what things are really important and what things are just icing on the cake. You are thankful for each day and all the wonders around you. I'm glad to be 62.