Wow, I've been blogging for a year.
I just checked the date of my first blog (because I knew I had blogged about my birthday, but wasn't sure if I had begun before then, and yup, that was my first entry.)
How about that?
Remember last year when I complained that no one would sing the Beatles' song to me?
"Will you still need me
... feed me
When I'm 64?"
Believe it or not, several library staff members did sing that song to me THIS year. (even tho I'm actually 65, now.)
Here I am world -- an official Senior Citizen, with all the privileges therein. (Aches and pains/ graying hair -- although I blame that on my children)
What am I doing?
Am I comfortably retired and enjoying life with grandchildren?
I'm gainfully employed and have a second job writing books for children.
I'm planning a flight to Califunny, taking the grandchildren to Disneyland. (actually, their Aunt Jen and Uncle Michael will do the Disneyland part while I attend ALA meetings and blog about them.)
I get home for a few days in July and immediately take off for Vermont to take a 16 credit, 6-month course about Picture Books. Me-- retire? I have no time to retire.
I've got to get ready for my birthday dinner at my favorite steak place.