Happy birthday to me!
Well, here we go again. It seems not too much time ago that I just celebrated this milestone. Now, it’s here once again. It appears that I have aged so fast! Where do the days and years go? I read once, “Time is but a fleeting phenomenon that happens so fast we don’t have time to process the passing.”
I can remember, and still am guilty of this, seeing one of my classmates and thinking I look so much younger. Ha! No, I don’t. I have just as many “remembering lines” in my face. I can also remember and still say someone is an older lady. Really?
One of my grandsons has asked me several times over the course of time how old I really am. I always ask, “Why, how old do I look?” He answers with, “I’d rather not say.”
I was music minister in my home church for years and one of the things that drove the preacher crazy was the fact I would never tell him how old I was. I always said, “Age is just a number and mine is unlisted.” After all, there are two things you never ask a lady: (1) How old are you? (2) How much do you weigh? Those two questions could make you an antagonist.
My husband is a whole six months older than me, and each year when he celebrates another year, he tells everyone that he is nearly the next aged year, aways adding to his oldness. Not me. I hold onto that smaller number for a full 12 months.
Inside my mind, I sometimes am still a young woman wanting and trying to do the things I have always done. But it’s not very long until my body — body over mind — tells me differently. I am now the little old lady who needs help climbing stairs and stepping off the sidewalk. It sure is nice that I have 10 big, strong grandsons to lend me a helping hand.
Actually, I can still do practically everything I aways have. However, I may need to rest a little between the beginning and the end of the chore. And I do love a short afternoon nap and an early bedtime. Lots of people much younger than me also like those little bird naps, so?
I am celebrating a big one this year and I can only tell you that lots of my friends, the age as me, have already gone Home, so I gratefully and thankfully am blessed. Of course, for my party I will have my blonde hair teased up — closer to God, I’m told — and my anti-wrinkle cream and impeccable makeup smeared on just right.
I absolutely love honey, and I buy mine from Savannah Bee Honey in South Carolina. It’s smooth and never turns to sugar. This is one of my favorite recipes with honey.
Honey Cornbread
1 cup self-rising cornmeal
1 cup of self-rising flour
¼ cup of sugar
2 eggs
1 cup buttermilk
¼ cup of butter
¼ cup of honey.
Mix all together and pour into a hot buttered iron skillet. Cook at 400 degrees for 25 minutes.
I had a bad sunburn after a trip to the beach a few weeks ago and my nose had blistered sores. I used a honey mask, just pure honey, and it healed quickly with no scarring.
