Journal: My Birthday
Yesterday, the 13th of February was my birthday. All my family including Jen and friends remembered it. Phone calls,  emails and face book flooded in. Looking through the messages today, I feel quite humble that I am remembered.

To Vicky's sister Helen, if a raised glass was raised, thank you. If not, the thought was there and for that, I thank you.

Pat and I, along with Anthony(Tony) and Craig went to the Cock and Bull in Hamilton and we had our preferred meals, I, roast beef and Yorkshire Pudding along with my favourite desert, passion fruit cheese- cake with fruit trimmings. With 2 glasses of Chardonnay, that was my limit and I enjoyed both glasses immensely.

What I feel
I'm glad no one refereed to my age. As the numbers creep up, I am starting to feel old. I feel, with my many interests I haven't enough time for all of them, now. What I hope for most is to be able to finish my life story of my many adventures through life. I feel a little envy of the young travelling the world today, I wish I was still one of them. Since my stroke 3 years ago, my sight is now back to normal but my brain frontal lobes are a problem. I realize I am becoming physically unable to travel far now;  the doctors, specialists tell me so.

 Many are people are older than I but I feel my my mind is slowly starting to slow down, I feel tired, my English and grammar is no longer the best. My speech becomes muddled when I try to talk when thinking of more than one subject. I have problems writing my name now, my hand shakes. My spelling deteriorates but computers came to my rescue and so did the spell checker(to a large extent). I use it more and more.

Never the less, I had a happy day yesterday, I usually tend to think of tomorrow as if it is not really there. Today I feel tired and a little sorry for my self, tomorrow I will go for my morning walk round the lake and think of all those who are worse off than I. I will pick up my spirits and be myself again tomorrow and continue to write, stroke the cat in passing, then go and give Pat a little hug, as she sits at her computer, upstairs reading the news, or looking at the pictures of our children and offspring.