And The Women Smile
“They say it's your birthday....”
Well yes. Not only my birthday, but my 62nd birthday, a day on which I could have started drawing Social Security, a proposition I probably should have examined more thoroughly before it arrived since I've been told you don't have to stop working to apply. Gotta be a catch to that. The payments you receive aren't all that much smaller than the payments you receive at age 65 or 66 or whenever it's going to be after Mr. Bush has altruistically finished saving it. Life in the 21st Century. Better than the alternative.
A summer like day, today. I read this morning where the Northeast was having a late season freezing rain. I remember freezing rain. Makes everything slippery. You don't want to drive, you don't want to walk, you don't want to stick your head out the door. You want to settle down inside and have a hot toddy. Good to remember freezing rain. Good to remember the times I slipped and banged my little head on the (ice covered) ground when I was a kid. Reminds me why I came to California where the sun shines and the women smile. Even here in Oakland.