Today is the first day of my thirty-ninth year of life.  Next year I will be in my forties.  Pretty, pretty, pretty scary!!  Late thirties provides no welcome sound as it is.  But is it  that bad?  Sometimes I think of it as getting closer to what they call "the golden years."  I am pretty sure that I will be a great old person.  I saw this elderly man some time ago reading the paper while he ate his breakfast at a restaurant.  He was in no hurry and it showed.  A feeling of peace surrounded him.  I thought, "that'll be nice." 

Pigeons on wires?  I took a walk alongside the L.A. river sometime last week and saw these pigeons basking in the late afternoon sun.  Just sitting there together was their thing.  I thought, cool.  Someday soon, maybe I will just sit.  But today?  I can only quote one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost, "...I have miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep."

Happy Birthday to ME!!!