I am long past sentimentality and fart jokes, so I decided to make a pot of pinto beans for my birthday.
My peace-seeking strategy for turning 73 this month is to lie low, monitor reality with history and news and hope that no one in my orbit kicks the bucket anytime soon.
I have beef in the freezer to add to the beans, tortillas in the fridge to mop up the “liquor” and a new book on the Battle of the Little Bighorn. Of course, I have coffee beans, too. I will chill a couple of cans of root beer. My only plans for going out are to walk with Cowboy and maybe go find a fruit pie.
The bean business is easier to write about but I think my current awareness stage has mostly to do with humility. I see more of just about everything every time I look. I am hopeful about the world although I feel smaller in it. I have faith in those younger than I.
I still have too much learning to do to give in now. Fortunately, I feel old only when walking down hill and then just because of one knee.
I’m happy to celebrate all this with beans.