In 13 days, I'm having another birthday. It's hard to believe how quickly a year passes. A year ago, I turned 40 in the city of my birth. My husband had to go to a conference and I tagged along because there was no way I was turning 40 alone. My parents live in the city of my birth and were long overdue for a visit, so that was another reason I went.
This year, I don't know what's in store. We will be in San Antonio, again on business, for my husband's birthday in July. His mom lives in San Antonio, so I'm sure we'll visit with her a lot while we search for our next house.
I guess turning 41 is no big deal, except that it seems like yesterday I was 21. Once you turn 21, by the way, the years start to fly by. Before you know it, you've got gray hair and have to start thinking about age related diseases and disabilities.
I suppose being in my 40s means that I should probably get over my dislike of visiting healthcare professionals. It's time I started thinking about things like mammograms and colonoscopies... Enchanting thoughts, right? Well, if I die young, my husband will no doubt be sad and lonely, just as I would if he were to die young. But at least there aren't any people really depending on me, except for a good daily laugh and my company.
Maybe when we get to San Antonio, I'll finally find a doctor along with a new vet, dentist, optometrist, and grocery store...
Then again, maybe not. ;-)