The Aging Aquarian

One doesn't marry an aquarian and expect life to be dry, so we started the month putting the man room back together following a burst pipe in the ceiling. The water turned the dropped ceiling, drywall and laminate flooring into porridge but every rain cloud has a silver lining and Tony has used the opportunity to make some built in shelves and install new lighting.

This weekend we celebrated my birthday and as weekends go, it was pretty amazing. The kids slept in a little on my birthday morning giving Tony and I the chance to ease into the day. Clinic was short, the sun was out and we enjoyed the swans and ducks on the river as we walked the dogs. The dogs got a bath. Flowers arrived. I made a gluten free cake that actually tasted good, we went out for dinner with friends and their kids, and the waitress complimented us on how well our kids all behaved during dinner. I realized that I was turning 57, having assumed all year that I was already 57 (bad math skills) and was thrilled at the prospect of a bonus year. Lily told me I wasn't old because old people have wrinkles and I didn't have any. Even my mother-in-law complemented how well I looked. I ate like a piggy and didn't gain a pound...well maybe a little water weight but just enough to smooth out the wrinkles.

Sunday I awoke to another great spring like day, and Tony made pancakes for breakfast. I felt invigorated, and took the kids and dogs for a walk/run to the park. The dogs of course needed another bath. After lunch, I heard the cardinals singing and thought, I should go out and fill the bird feeder. Realizing that the honey-suckle vine was blocking the bird house entrance, I began pruning and 6 yard bags later, I was done. I then entered the gardening-until-it-hurts zone, realizing that the creeping charlie had taken off, I started pulling weeds, pruning bushes and 5 hours later I was done. Then I filled the bird feeder. I worried momentarily about global warming given that Mother Nature has forgotten winter in our area this year, but then decided it was a gift and appreciated the sunshine. I looked at the dogs who by this time had been rolling in the mud and gave a moment of thanks for my brilliance in designing the wet room which we all once again spent a significant amount of time cleaning up in.

Then I sat down. .. big mistake. There is no amount of wine, Advil or yoga that is going to ease the muscle paralysis that I am experiencing this evening. Now that's a great weekend.