Been one of those weeks.

1. Advice: don’t run down stairs to pick up a phone call if your pants are long.  Falling 5 steps coulda got really hurt, instead of just a little hurt.

2. No more birthday parties of a formal kind until I hit 65, even though I had a blast at mine this week.  I can use my social security income to fund the party then.  Wait, wait. No social security until after that?  Wonder if I’ll be able to use Medicare to fund a party somehow? Wait, wait.  Do I really think that Medicare will be functional in 10 years?  Oh, bother.

3. Frozen pipes eventually burst.  Now the real fun begins.

4.  Having one’s sister turn 70 is a sobering proposition. She has now outlived both of our parents. 

5. I’m not buying hardly any holiday gifts this year—only made ones.  It feels so good there must be something wrong with it.

6. Giving a talk on making birthing Jesus a habit made me realize how much of that habit I need:  “We are all meant to be mothers of God - God is always needing to be born.” –Meister Eckhart 

7. Dancing with my friends at the birthday bash makes me think that life just might be worth living.

8. Smoking a cigarette with friends out in the snow, looking at the stars…laughing softly…what blessed creatures we are.

9. Going platinum, again, makes me wonder how foolish I really can be.  But I do like how my hair looks, so there.

10. No work on the book this week.  Sorry I can’t report progress…but no regress either.  Baby steps.