snowbank

this evening marks the end of yet another year. it is my birthday eve. it's been a snowy-blowy day, i'm hoping i'll be able to have a snow day tomorrow. on this day in 1979 there was a big storm in sarina and my dad forgot to plug in the car. so when they tried to leave for the hospital, the car wouldn't start and they had to call some friends for a drive. i was born at either 5:56 or 6:56 (my mom is hazy on the details), so i would imagine that they left no later than 3 am if not before.

usually i'm very adamant that i am [blank] years of age right up until the strike of midnight, but i've been considering myself 28 since mid-november. even when i was at the dentist i told her i was 28 when she asked how old i was. it makes me laugh because that's just going to make '28' seem like a really long year. when i was 10 it felt like it lasted forever, even my mom would say to me "are you STILL 10?", it felt like i was 10 for two years!

beckie just predicted that 28 will be a good year for me. she said "i feel like it will be, but it'll start slow". i just wanted to mark her words as a reminder. and while i'm at it (on an unrelated topic) i'm supposed to mark her words that it'll be weeks, maybe more.

this afternoon i turned on all the overhead lights in my house to see if that might make a difference. i think it may have helped, i'll keep that up and see how things go.

farewell '27'. i bid you adieu, never shall i look upon you again.

and scene.

stars shining bright above you;
night breezes seem to whisper love you.
birds singing in the sycamore tree.
dream a little dream of me.