A day later, on Friday night at supper, we sang Happy Birthday to our Sister Irene who turned 91 that day. She doesn't celebrate too much, but seemed to enjoy the sentiments nonetheless.
Saturday morning these two events came together for me, though without any conscious intention on my part. I found myself walking through the house humming one of John Denver's sad, sweet ballads whose first line begins with: "This is what it's like..." I was carrying my camera because the sun was shining and I thought I might get some indoor or outdoor shots that I could use.....and I came upon this, which I title: "This is what it's like being 91..."
|Saturday morning in our small chapel.|
If you, too, remember those wonderful John Denver songs you might enjoy taking a few minutes to listen to this one, his famous Calypso.