Tomorrow is my 76th birthday.
I never dreamed I'd live this long. But I like that I have.
My father died at 83 and my mother at 63--she never met her grand kids and my father was in such morose sadness about her death that he didn't pay much attention to them.
I want oysters for dinner.
I'd prefer a dozen raw oysters, but I'll settle for cooked. With pasta, I hope.
We'll see.
Happy birthday to me!
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