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.
The month of my birth lies smack dab in the middle of the best fall has to offer and I brazenly claim this time of year as ‘my’ season. Even if I’d not been born an October baby, I’d declare the autumn season as my very own.
Fall is when Mother Earth herself dresses to the Nines in color, texture and all out majesty. With a little help from her friends, a natural Mandela was made from the colorful fallen and dying plant material found within the Royal Botanic Gardens of Edinburgh last year. What a beautiful symbol; especially now as I’m leaving the Nines behind.
*Decade Cake made by Chris Bruno