7:03 pm-Sitting in front of the computer waiting for it to load. I put ten items up on ebay--some I relisted, and some were from Mom. She was cleaning her sewing room and came across a bunch of bags of decorative buttons--so I put a couple of those up. Might as well have--Mom said if I didn't she'd put them in the Good Will.
Tomorrow's Sunday again. Boy, the weeks go fast. I think a bit about how in a few days I'll be thirty-nine, but not much. Funny how birthdays mean less as you get older--at least, that's the way it's been with me. I mean, when you're a kid, it's "Oh, boy, you're one!" or "You're five, you're a big boy/girl !" "You're ten! You're double digits !" "You're thirteen! You're a teenager !" I've never drank, so 21 was no big deal. Age is just that, age. You can enjoy it, or grumble about it. I choose not to grumble about it, it's just that birthdays have lost the "excitement" they used to have. Ah, well.
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