Hallowe'en, my birthday (82nd) and my two thousandth blog. A red letter day. I have been out with friend W for the day to meet friends in Kirby Lonsdale and the farmer has been to a special sale at the Auction Mart. Since I got home I have been reading my huge pile of birthday cards and e cards, opening my presents (lots of lovely books to read) and reading letters from friends I only hear from on my birthday.
My son and his wife have just arrived to celebrate with a slice of my birthday cake and a drink. But I can't let this day go past without a blog, so here are a few thoughts on being eighty-two.
Walking along the street in KL we saw a sign in a shop window and it struck me what a good starting point it made. It said 'What if the hokey-cokey is all it is about?'
ed. I must say that I have really no more idea what life is all about now than I had at twenty one. In fact I have probably less idea because when you are young, fit, healthy and 'raring to go' you sometimes think you have all the answers. It is only as you begin to age that you realise that you probably have none of them, and what is more you don't really care.
One of the things I wish had more of is mobility, but then I look at contemporaries who have far less mobility than I do. Health-wise it is always the luck of the draw and I am not all that far down from the top of the list.
I shall not follow Gwil's suggestion on my last blog comments, that I put ivy leaves under my pillow in order to have 'prophetic dreams' - I am not sure I want those. Dreamless sleep or dreams about the countryside and beautiful things suits me fine.
My pumpkin burns brightly in the garden, I still burn fairly brightly here on the farm and hope to keep going for another thousand at least. Happy Hallowe'en to you all.