"Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty four?"
When that song came out in 1967 as part of the mammoth Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album I don't think I ever thought it would apply to me or my friends. The song describes being 64 as just passing the time .. a banal existence of "digging the garden, pulling the weeds" along with hoping/wishing someone would care enough to feed and take care of us when we reached such a ripe old age. I was 17 at the time and certainly never imagined I would reach 64.
Now, here I am. Today. 64 years young. And it doesn't feel much different to be honest. Sure my joints aren't as supple and there are a multitude of wrinkles on my face and hands but in my mind I'm still the girl I've always been.
I have a deep gratitude for the life I've been able to lead and the people I've had the opportunity to meet and share my time, love and friendship.
Today we woke in a peaceful bay on the west side of Jervis Bay. Friends here on the cruise with us came over for morning tea and brought a bottle of champagne. Later we went over to the Husky Pub in Huskisson by dingy - which was quite a ride over choppy water - for lunch with other friends from this cruise. My life is certainly not banal and - so far - I don't have to plead with George to take care of me.
So far so good.
I'm happy and grateful and pleased for the life I've had so far. Thank you everyone and the universe ... and here's looking forward to 94!
|Birthday lunch with George, John and Ruth.|