Here’s to the Nines:
2014: my year for exiting the Nines.
Of course, by interpolation, 2013 was my year for entering into the Nines.
Dad turned 90 in April 2013 and I turned X9 last October 2013. We got to share life in the Nines for an entire year. As well, I’m blessed to have visited Dadland for a goodly portion of these past 12 months.
My times in the Nines have tended to be fraught with trepidation. Starting with the one where I joined Jack Benny in declaring to be eternally 39, my journey through the Nines can be a bit rocky.
Okay so it’s not like Dad where he’ll be in his version of the Nines till he reaches his 100th b-day. But still…
Once flipped over to the other side and into a new decade, I usually find it’s not such a bad age progression. Ah, but those Nines…both entering and exiting…are a perilous roller coaster of highs and lows; ohs and nos.
Ironically, the number 9 itself has been loads of fun for me. Perhaps I should focus on that…number 9, number 9, number 9…anything’s easier to tolerate when George, John, Paul and Ringo (my personal order of preference) sing about it.
That said; I am an October baby. Continue reading