I’m not. That is one horrific word to use for a benign subject. As is horrific. Get my drift? An x-friend of mine (x being what happens when he reads my blogue), had one of those not so monumental birthdays. I was not allowed to mention it hush hush but it comes between sixty and seventy. See, I can keep a secret. For some reason that magic number was ‘appalling’ to him. Don’t know why. The whole Medicare issue is just creepy, at least to me. I always thought it was for old, poor people who had no other options. Actually, it’s for old people who still have to pay for it, plus a whole lot of other ABC’s to get through the whole body. Obviously my research is weak, but I’m not quite to that ‘appalling’ age yet. Turning sixty was a pretty whoa whoa whoa age for me, but then I was having a hard time finding things to celebrate. My x-friend has a lot of good things going on, at least from the outside looking in. A long time ago I saw this quote in People magazine, which is my go-to for all things literary. “From the outside looking in, you cannot understand it. From the inside looking out, you cannot explain it”. I don’t remember who said it, but probably someone brilliant like Jennifer Aniston. So maybe when someone’s birthday number (shhhhh) is appalling to them, I should just mind my own beeswax. Not roll my eyes out loud. Getting older does suck. We are not getting better. Sixty is not the new forty or whatever dumb sh*t people say. But don’t be ‘appalled’ by a new day. Especially if you’re healthy and don’t need to dig into that Medicare hole. Yes, I am not minding my own business. (Did you really think I would?) So what came first, the chicken or the egg? I ordered both from Amazon and will let you know. Gosh I crack myself up….