The birthday girl is a sourpuss!

 Well, THAT birthday girl is!

But I am not a sourpuss, even though I am having an UNEVEN numbered birthday today. For some weird reason, I do not like odd numbered birthdays. And this one's  a biggie... well, some people might think so, like my boys who jokingly call me "old woman". (They are grown-ups and should know better. Didn't their mother teach them any manners??!!) . So I sit here contemplating my hair, with an increasing number of gray strands, which I prefer to call silver strands. I rather like them. Honestly, I wish I had more of those lovely silver threads. The Lord of the Manor has a whole head full and he is 2 years younger than I!    T isn't fair!

Now, I heard tell that "women of a certain age", whatever THAT means, should cut their hair to look more youthful... put away childish things, like braids and such. HA! I REFUSE! In fact, if I am fortunate to continue with a long life ( mom is 83) and my hair does not fall out, I intend to protest such a notion by allowing my hair to grow and grow and grow... like an aging Rapunzel. And when I am 83, should I be so blessed, I will wrap my long white braids round and round my head in a halo of wispy loveliness befitting an old woman artist and gardener. Indeed!

Contemplating my aging hands is a whole other matter. Oh dear! The best I can say is that these are hard working, industrious hands..They have bathed babies, soothed brows, kneaded bread, stuffed turkeys, dug ditches, swung a hammer, strummed a harp, spun and woven wool, lain rock, sheared sheep, trimmed hooves, sawed wooden pickets, sewn quilts, created art, planted seeds, gathered eggs, chopped wood, and on and on and on. Aren't  our hands just the most marvelous creations!!! I have even learned to love the look of my rugged, knotty fingers.

So, I guess having an odd numbered birthday isn't so bad when you look at it in a  a positive light.

No need to be a Sourpuss!