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.  ♥