Slooooowly, I turned…

The title of this blog post could refer to my northernmost turning point.   Having tagged the Canadian border, I am now slowly turning my way back in a southwestern direction to be with my family in Texas for the holidaze.

Or, it could refer to my reluctance to turn 59 years old, as I did last Wednesday.  Just one more year until I have to form my lips into that utterly scary word of “sixty.”  (A bit of personal trivia; I share the same birthday with John Lennon, so my annual tradition is to listen to the White Album, if for no other reason than to hear him sing, “They say its your birthday…its my birthday too, yeah!”)

But no…..instead, it refers to…. Continue reading