90th Birthday Bash

The most celebrated birthday I have ever had. Reaching 90 is something to celebrate. 

It was great fun to have all the family together There were some that couldn't attend because of illness. 

We still had a house full and running over. As you can see from the pictures. 

Just Some Thoughts Part 2

No person I know looks forward to getting older unless you're under 21. You can't avoid it so if it really bugs you, try to appear younger. Watch the words that come out of your mouth. Don't use expressions such as these: 
Mercy me! Goodness sakes! Oh brother! For Pete's sake! What!!!? Those are the ones I use.
Geez Louise! I don't use that one anymore. Land sakes! My land! Good Night!
Such is life! Oh fiddlesticks!
 A person knows he is old when warned to slow down by his doctor and not the police.
Youth would be an ideal age if it came a little later in life. Some of the benefits of forgetting names and faces, you keep meeting new people. 

Enough of that. Summer is moving right along. August is almost over. Very soon 2019 will be on the horizon and I will be a year older and so will you. I got a head start on most people.  My 90th birthday will be Friday, the 24th. Some pics when I was younger.

Just Some Thoughts.

Old people tend to be called old fogeys, codgers, old men, old women, old farts, oldsters, grumpies.
Oh well, first your money then your clothes. An old adage like that can date you or calling a refrigerator an ice box will remove all doubt. Yesterday a young lady in my lunch date with friends was telling us about a business she was dealing with on the phone and they had told her she would need to send them a check for something. A check? in the mail? She didn't have any checks.
One day recently on Facebook in a crocheting web site someone asked how long we had been crocheting and my answer was since I was knee high to a grasshopper. Someone responded that she had not heard that one for a long time and another one asked what it meant.
I have never cared if anyone knows how old I am.
I think another sign of aging is the time you go to bed at night. Babies and toddlers want to stay up all night and the old ones go to bed by nine or earlier. I go to bed before nine sometimes, but I get up with the chickens (that means chickens get up early) I don't know if that's true or not. I lived on a farm once but I didn't notice what time the chickens went to bed.
Well, this is all that's new from my view.
Goodnight all and don't count your chickens until they are hatched.

Diet or Depression

I have been very depressed today. Been trying to think of something pleasant that might snap me out of it. Nothing was helping until I sat down to eat my hamburger patty and a salad. Suddenly the light bulb that hovers above my head lit up. It said, it's the diet, you haven't had a single cookie or a pint of ice cream all day so no wonder you're depressed. I had put myself on a diet this morning. That brings me to another question, why do I eat those cookies and ice cream in the first place? To keep me from being depressed?
Now I have to decide if I want the fat body or the depression. It's one or the other. It seems you can't have one without the other. For starters I need to get the right kind of food in the house.
At least I don't have fire in my back yard or flood waters near by.

Loss

I lost another friend from my long ago childhood, Mary Ruth  Clapp Dean, third from the left on the couch, 
We attended a one room school house growing up. Our parents attended the country church in the area. She played piano by ear and played for the church at times, and my daddy did the preaching most of the time. Look at her beautiful family, I know she will be missed by them and her many friends.
We called her Mary Ruth and she was always Mary Ruth to me. We talked about her name a few years ago and she said most people just call her Mary now, but she still likes Mary Ruth. 
Her husband Passed away not long ago. I think they had five daughters.
I keep thinking of her and wish we could have had one more meeting before she left. I'll just have to wait for my departure, but I know we'll meet again.