Friday the 13th


| 8/23/2018 2:31:00 PM


Rosedale GardenLast month, I had one of those historic milestone birthdays. It was also on Friday the 13th. I'm not a superstitious person, but somehow the two just didn't seem to be a good combination. I had to watch every step I took that day. Look down not up.

Somehow though, I don't feel any different. I'm already retired sort of. I'm getting Social Security, and only working one day a week at the Laboratory at Eliza Coffee Memorial. I'm building the dictionaries in our computer system for resulting the tests we do, plus the reference laboratory we use.

I'm also working a couple of days at the Colbert County Reporter. So technically I am retired sort of as of September 5, of 2017, so turning 65 shouldn't be a big trauma in my life.

Since I had back surgery at twenty-one and a knee replacement at age forty-seven, I already have a lot of aches, pains, pops, and creaks. My neurosurgeon told me one time that I had the chart of an old woman.

Ages that really bothered me for some reason, was turning twenty-five, thirty-two, forty-two, fifty-five and sixty-two. The big five-o, didn't bother me. The big six-o, didn't bother me.



Turning sixty-two was the roughest. I was trying to figure out why. Maybe it had something to do with being eligible for Social Security.