It’s The Birthday Post

I have chosen to keep it at Kathy70 for the blog name and not update every year, when I started this journey I was 70 and very excited about living in Alaska for 6 months. This year I will be 76 and still not changing the blog name. I am excited about being 76 and have threatened to sing “76 Trombones” every chance I get all day long. (Little to none are the chances of that.)

Not much has changed in my universe, I’m still retired, I still live in the midwest and I have added a couple of cities to my travel. Since the world closed I have not been out of the country since 2019 and am itching to go. So we have a war going on, price of everything through the roof and not enough pilots to run all flights scheduled. (Wah wah in the background.)

I love celebrating my birthday in a casual way. I do celebrate every year not just the biggies because I am grateful just to be here. Out to lunch with friends, coffee break with an overpriced cuppa, or the family going to a hot dog place to eat. Maybe in a couple years when I hit the next milestone year we will do it up bigger. So Happy Birthday to me.

Celebrate you in your way. What’s your favorite thing to do?

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My Oscar Buddy

I have a good friend who has been in regional theater and some TV shows over the years. We had a tradition of watching the Oscars together apart. I was at my home and she at hers. We spoke over the phone during commercials only. I was not the only person she was having conversations with. Other actors, friends and family all were a part of Oscar night.

Currently she is in a long term health care facility due to the trauma of a debilitating disease. Sadly we are no longer able to hold the same kinds of conversations.

The first thing I wanted to do after “the slap heard ’round the world” was talk to her on the phone. So I’m not sure if I am saddened by her disease or the disease of mankind.

One is a physical onslaught of a body and mind and we have no control. The other is a closing of a mind with intent and purpose. It’s a disbelief of what we all saw together that it was not real. I don’t want to play armchair psychology, but many people are. My decision is to let things marinate and come together naturally and the truth will emerge from the mud.

This shift in society is difficult to watch and I am getting into a much too heavy subject. I miss my friend and I am sad for us. She probably was not even watching TV this week