A little bit blurry, and a little bit older.
My husband wrote me a Limerick about turning 41:
In the town of Sandy, Oregon
‘Had a wife just turned 41
She’s as fancy as ever
and equally clever
and the yarn of her life’s just begun.
I love that guy! 
Oh Lordy, Lordy
You’re turning 40
What will you do to get by?
Here’s an idea
When others do see ya
And ask ’bout your age
Tell a lie.
-R.P.
These things just come to him out of thin air.
And my annual self portrait:
I thought that for today’s 365 project photo, a self portrait was in order. I haven’t taken one in awhile so there.
So. Another year. A few more wrinkles. A few new gray hairs. But still feeling pretty young, despite getting hit by a car
My big brother reminded me the other day that this is the last year of my thirties. I’ve been pondering this the past few days. And kind of tripping on it, too. A little tempted to get depressed by it. But not giving in to that temptation. I think about my thirties and all I have accomplished in this decade and I have to say I have no regrets. So far, my thirties have been the best years of my life. And they will continue to be. Until my forties, that is.
