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Yesterday, November 4th, that was my 85th birthday. Eighty Five sometimes long, sometimes short years. I have memories from childhood and adulthood and, yes, seniorhood. As a bit of whatever, I was born in the A.M. on 11-4-1940. This was the day that Franklin D Roosevelt was elected to his 3rd term. For many it was a special day. I was born at home. My 16 month old brother Jim was in his baby bed next to the delivery bed watching the process. He says that he doesn't remember. My mom was the high school band director in Tecumseh, Oklahoma at that time. I cannot remember a thing about that day. I do attribute the event to my fear of drowning - you know.
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BITHDAY IS HERE!!!
Yesterday, I was up at the crack of doom (my daughter's expression) and had my blood drawn at the local clinic. The Prostrate cancer thing still lingers over my head. Apparently, I'm hanging in there as the PSA result was <0.01 -they tell me this is good. My testosterone seems to be low. What a surprise at 85. I've been told you have to have testosterone for the prostrate to act up. I don't know. I wasn't trained in medicine - I went to a music school.
The med tech blood young lady (most ladies are young to me) poked my left arm as an orange cladded younger intern type watched on in awe - awe - not at me for not screaming out as I was poked - but for the Girl Poker...cute word.
Left = came home = picked up the wife and daughter and made a visit to a dentist in downtown Salado. This was our first visit to same. They gave us a ream full of papers to read and sign. Why they need to know if I've ever had ingrown toe nails is beyond me. The wife seems to always have a good time at any dentist.
I went in fear. My two front teeth have chips out - plus, I've been experiencing some mouth pain lately. I am scared of dentist. I went thinking that I need to replace all my front teeth with something else. Now, a confession: it has been 3 1/2 years since I've seen a dentist. Some think that is a long time. To me it is like getting a parole from jail.
Fancy Dancy. this dental office (Salado Dentist office) has every bell and whistle one might imagine. The X-rays showed up on a big screen as "she" took the photos. Amazing stuff. Long story short: (too late) we both passed with flying colors. Amazing stuff. I was less stressed in this environment than ever before. I will be going back; but, I don't expect a clean bill every time I go. Scared to death I am.
Aside: because I talked to them about my front teeth worries, I learned that my dentist played clarinet in school. My hygienist played played flute and it seems most of her family are musicians of one sort or another. Give me another "Amazing."
We left and stopped at Schlottsky's for a sandwich. (never could spell that word) I love their original sandwiches plus the hot sauce. A short trip to HEB AND we were home. Now, is that NOT your idea of a great birthday adventure? Loved every minute.
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I really like - but don't like - Facebook. I went on yesterday and typed a short bit about turning 85. The birthdate is not in my profile. Getting people to tell me Happy Birthday is not what I live for. I felt Number 85 should be announced somewhere. Maybe it will show someone else they still have a future. Nearly 60 people responded nicely to me. No hateful prods.
THE DAY AFTER....
I feel no different. Went to bed last night about midnight as usual. Something happened and I slept till 11:30 a.m. I'm retired. I can sleep as much as I wish. I was up at 2:15, 4:25, 6:58, and, then, 11:30. I get my exercise at night.
see ya - @ #85 ---- or as one of my favorite people use to say: "cool beans."
mtz
p.s. my blog program want to add a feature which connects google to my glob. The highlighted words are their doing, no mine.
