MY BIRTHDAY COMES AGAIN
I think the last I spoke of my birthday was when I
reached the landmark age of 80. My birthday present from the family was the
memorable trip to the Steinhatchee Landing Resort. We saw pictures of that
exciting time just a few weeks ago and I was filled warm feelings about how happy everyone seemed.
Now I’m 83. What can I say? I keep thinking about all the
years of growing up and still dream of my Mother. A frequent one is that she is
in a nursing home and I’ve not called or visited her and I feel so guilty
forgetting about her. I don’t think I ever dream of my Dad.
Today our only son, wife and grandson are arriving this
evening with gifts of Greek Food. How lucky I am.
One thing that might surprise you is, I’m starting to
write a book of fiction. Why not, I have a title and two characters kind of
mapped out. At first I wanted it to be a mystery and filled with humor, now I’m
not sure. I read the first page to my husband and we really laughed about some
of the stuff. Now I think that what is funny could also be taken as serious. I
had planned to ask the rest of the family to read it and suggest a mystery plot
but now decided to go my own way.
I’m telling you this because if I let you know about it,
then I’ll have to continue and try to finish it. It might end up a short story,
a novella or a book. Who knows, but my imagination continues on.
What would really be funny
is if something happens to me, mentally or physically, everyone would get to
write their own finished version.
Anyways, Happy Birthday to
Me.
Cool! I'd been thinking you probably have it in you to write a book. Your blogs have a style that suggest you have a good sense of how to tell a story, and you've certainly read enough over the years to know good from bad writing. I really admire your creativity.
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