Monday, April 1, 2013

When I'm 64 -- Today!

When I'm Sixty-Four
Credit to The Beatles

December 2012
Photo Credit: Nephew Mark Jones

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You'll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?


Today I'm 64!!! In some ways it seems hard to believe, in other ways -- no big deal. As I type this, I'm in my favorite recliner, in my lovely home, Zippy in my lap and Bill on his computer next to me. These are happy and peaceful times for me. I got to spend yesterday, Easter, with my wonderful Jones family and my wonderful daughter, husband and grandsons. Andrew delighted all of us with taking his first steps consistently. Ian, "Super-Great, Special-Extra Grandson #1" warmed my heart as only he can do. Spring weather and days of bicycling are on the horizon. I'm taking an online course on genetics offered free by MIT challenging and stretching this old brain in ways I couldn't have imagined.

So I want to give thanks for my husband, my daughter and all of my wonderful family and friends who are the reason for the joy, peace and gratitude I have for the life I've been privileged to live.
And that's no April Fools . . .

Kath at 64