My birthday was this past Wednesday, April 3rd. Spent the day doing the taxes. Ray brought home a guilty pleasure for dinner: Whopper Jr., small fries, strawberry shake. He also bought me three cupcakes and a beautiful bouquet with yellow roses before leaving for work that morning. And serenaded me with a vigorous hummed rendition of The Beatles Birthday (from the White album). Brother Rudy sent white flowers with sunflowers. A patient gave me a bud vase filled with daffodils. Cards, calls, texts, and emails full of love and good wishes completed a lovely day. So, onomomo’s new blog description is: starting over at fifty-eight. Once heard someone say he was glad to be old -because if he hadn’t gotten old it would mean he had died young. Right on, brother.  : )