My Birthday
It is indeed my 81st birthday. How does it feel? Not really any differently than a yesterday.
My mom, Lena, had reiterated to me the day of my birth. She had been helping with the farm chores just as she did every day. On that Friday in 1944, a horse was used getting hay from the stack to be used for the milk cows. The horse had had a mind of its own and Mom was pretty well shuffled around. Later that day, Dr. Hovde from Winthrop came to the farm and I had a birth day.
Today, in 2025, it has been a quiet day. It’s chilly enough for the furnace to run once in awhile. There was some extra laundry as Kevin and Kersten had assisted with a tidy, tidy in the attic. Over time, things that had been covered up while stored. Some has since been removed and those coverings needed freshening. Yes . . . I like lightening the load.
We have just enough of leftovers from yesterday to make a supper out of it. That’s always a good thing.
In between the laundry loads I managed to stitch a few lengths of threads in my bedroom porch.
Tomorrow I will have PT at the clinic and run a few errands around town.
With take I will take my leave. ♥