Too soon to tell, because my birthday isn't until Saturday.
What do 65-year-old people do?
The four of us watched in awe as three female ostriches brought “Fantasia” to life, fluffing out their feathers, running in circles and chasing one another – and then we re-enacted the whole scene as we moved off to other exhibits. Later we walked like the Magellanic penguins, we laughed as the baby tiger playfully bit her mother’s ears and we practiced standing on one leg like the flamingos. A great day!
I go to the theater, to movies and to lectures with family members, with my friend Nancy (another transplant from St. Louis) or (happily) by myself. I watch “Mad Men.” Miss Jon Stewart terribly. Can’t wait for “Downton Abbey” and “Call the Midwife” to return to PBS. Spent a week obsessed with Kevin Spacey in “House of Cards." Just starting to appreciate "Breaking Bad."
A few days ago, I went to the Legion of Honor, an amazing art museum, with Dean, an old high school buddy (and fellow word lover) who took my place as Special Copy Editor on the high school paper after I graduated. In my yearbook, she wrote that we must stay in touch, but we did not. Now she lives in the Bay Area with her husband, Jim, who was president of my senior class. Happy to be reunited with both of them!
I watch baseball from the couch or sometimes at the ballpark with my friend Betty-Lou. And I indulge in great philosophical discussions, much laughter and the occasional piece of mixed-berry pie with my friend Emmeline at her new art studio in Stinson Beach.
What do 65-year-old people wear?