April 20……..Hitler’s birthday. Mine as well.
I’m in a Doctors waiting room in Amherst Virginia, been here for two hours, FOX NEWS on the TV. Springtime for Hitler doesn’t feel so much like a joke. I got a tick bite, but a good dose of anti-biotics will ward off potential Lyme Disease.
Fox News, on the other hand?
“Happy birthday” says the receptionist.
As birthday parties go, this one’s crummy.
When Ford Madox Ford was my age he looked like an old Walrus. Or else he was dead. One of the All-Stars– wrote THe Good Soldier and Parades End, which are still very much alive.
He beat the reaper.
I might not live long enough to finish my masterpiece.
“Don’t fret yourself,” says Memphis Earlene. “
You can grow old with the Blues, she reminds me.
That is, if they don’t kill you first.
“If the Blues were going to kill you you’d be dead already,” says Memphis Earlene.
“‘ You get to be an Old Blues Woman in this lifetime”.”
Not that I’m there yet.
Not old enough.
Happy belated birthday to another April baby. Mine is best known for being the day Lincoln was shot (though he didn’t die until the following morning). Isn’t there a poem about April being the cruelest month? Best to you and Earlene — xoxo
The good thing about today is that we have a much longer shelf life— if we are 1) lucky and 2) take care of ourselves! No, you are definitely not old enough yet! >
Best to forget ones birthday. 🙂 Be well.