Now, of course, some of us are actually living it. Living past it, in fact. It happened to me this week. I'm now officially older than the John Lennon / Paul McCartney "When I'm Sixty-Four."
This week I turned sixty-five years old. Sixty-five. Official retirement age. No longer older middle aged. I've officially moved into "old."
Old. O L D. Hard to wrap one's head around that concept. O L D.
I remember quite clearly in 1968 when I first signed on for a tax shelter -- to come due in the very distant future of 2011, when I would turn the ancient age of -- dear lord -- 65. I simply couldn't fathom just how far away 2011 actually was.
The 40+ years since I first thought about turning 65 have simply flown by in a nanosecond. Once I was 21 and thinking I'd never actually see the year 2011 -- and suddenly this week, I turned 65 years old. How did that happen to me?
Shocking. Utterly shocking that I could live to be THIS old.
Hubby, thankfully, was willing to feed me for at least another year. I got this for my birthday.
3 comments:
Happy birthday, Millie. I'll be 67 in July, so you're younger than me.
Happiest of birthdays!! That cake is AMAZING! How did it taste? I have trouble thinking of myself in my mid-50s. Ugh.
Happy birthday (again)! The cake looks lovely!
A
But it's chocolate! How did you share with the boys? And us?
Q&R
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