A very good day

Turning 62 was just fine. My children and grandchildren all called and sang to me, my brother and sister both wished me a happy day, my husband and mother-in-law included generous checks in their cards, my son sent THREE cookbooks – all of the garden-to-table variety, and dinner out with friends (smoked chicken and roasted green beans) was delightful. (Well, the service could have been better, but the company and the food couldn't be beat!)

I miss my dad and his goofy cards and gifts (the most memorable was a set of three silly little garden gnomes, to "guard" my garden).

THANK YOU for all your good wishes. I hope your next birthday is as lovely as mine was.

After walking 7.2 miles Friday (in honor of Bob Dylan's 72nd birthday), my husband and I knocked out 6.2 (actually went a little over) yesterday. The pace was a bit slower than the previous day, and I had to remind myself that – especially here in southern West Virginia – not many 62-year-olds would even attempt walking that far. I'm so very grateful I can still manage to put one foot in front of the other for six or seven miles at a time.

I also got the weeds out of the very messy herb bed. It was too windy to till the vegetable garden, but it looks like today will be a good day for that. I might have a harvest this summer after all.

The DietBet ends Tuesday, and I'm definitely going to get my money back. 1805 players have now lost more than 8000 pounds and the winners will split a total pot of $45,150. I needed to lose 7.5 pounds, and am currently (as of yesterday) down 12.5. That's simply astonishing to me. Amazing. ASTOUNDING!

Who needs cake? Not me, thanks. Heh.