On Being Sixty, or Wherever You Are

21,900 days completed. Sixty is a tidy number. It’s respectable as ages go. You can’t argue with sixty. Sixty is no longer funny. To anyone else. I’m the only one who seems to be laughing.

I’m laughing because I’m delighted and proud, and that’s what I do when I’m nervous. Not nervous as in afraid, but nervous as in excited: What’s going to happen next? I’ve never climbed this high into a tree before! When I speak people listen; I finally know how to do things! Whee! Read more