My Half Birthday

Today I am 64 ½.  Most of the time, I’m not bothered by my advanced age.  Since I don’t have a great attachment to my body, I see it as a car to be maintained.  I gas it up (good food), add oil (water) and keep it running (walks or piano playing every day).  I’m a great believer in intuition, which has no roots in physical reality, and my interest in perception, instinct and insight is more temporal than corporal.  I call myself a walking head. 

I am the youngest I will ever be and my half birthday makes me happy.  My phone won’t ring off the hook, my Facebook page will be silent and I don’t need to thank my intelligent, long gone mother for birthing me. 

I laughed and acted silly as my neighbor and I walked past tall maple trees this morning.  My green beans from a local organic farmer pumped up my breakfast.  Today’s errands will be laced with trying to make people laugh because I am celebrating a day like any other.  And yet, I think I only have 38 more half birthdays.  Maybe next one I’ll take a vacation. 

Dip into life.  Be silly sometimes, like the 5 year old who just started Big Kids School.  Fly backwards through time and be 4 for a minute.  Have some beans.