So it's another birthday for good ol' Debra on this auspicious Sunday.

These days, I love what's going on inside of my body and head and heart.

But I am shocked with what's happening on the outside.

Heh.

While the morning was still dark and before Tom was awake, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at my face with its fringe of grey hair. I sighed. Got my hair wet, scrunched its curls and made them curlier, then trimmed the whole shaggy affair.

And called it good.

I put on some make-up, pulled on a knitted sweater-top in my best blue shade (third change in an hour). And smiled. I still looked 49, but a better 49. And I guess that's what matters--that I make the most of this aging face and accept its lines, creases and spots with grace (with the help of magical foundation, but of course.)...

...and then move on to the myriad things in Life which matter much, much more.

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Tom and I celebrated my birthday yesterday. In perfect sunny weather we went out for Chinese buffet in the next-town-over then saw Juno (my second time. I know, I know...but I like what I like) at our favorite 1940's-ish theater. Then we drove out in a country-ish area near us to look for For Sale signs buried in snowy lawns. Those signs are everywhere in our town, but out in the sprawling, farm-filled countryside? We glimpsed only two signs. Must be that the people out there realize just how good they've got it. :)