The King of Carols

Carol King turned 70 today.
Yes. Carol King. What the heck? I mean it… emphatically.  How in the holy-smackerolly could something like this happen? Right now… I feel older than dirt.

I am not sure the younger readers will know who she is. If not…Google her…. young readers. Yes…..Google her….. young Grasshopper.

So I read this today… that Ms. King is now 70 years old….. and I felt the earth move under my feet. I felt the SKY tumbling down… a tumbling down. 

I swear the wrinkles on my face deepened by at least an 1/8 of an inch right there and then.  I feel my heart start to trembling…..

That’s how time flies. I suppose. It just spreads its wings and flies. Except when you are sick in bed with the stomach flu. Then time stands still…..but the room won’t.

Funny time. Oh that funny, witty, comedian time. A laugh a minute, I’ll tell you.  I’m hysterical right now.

I never used to give it much thought. And then, you hear that Carol King is 70. Whacky-Doodles. The next thing you know, they’ll be telling us Robert Redford is 75 or something crazy-go-nuts… like that.

It seems that the aging topic is a persistent leaky-faucet-drip on my mind.  Plop.  Plop.  Plop.  Always there in the background… just filling up that bucket… on drop at at time.

I still have the chronological age number of 27 in my head. I don’t know why 27 in particular. That was a pretty great year for me. Maybe that is why. But when I go out running in the morning… or when I lift heavy furniture and such… I STILL think Polly is 27.

Heeeaaaavvvve Hooooooo. Heeeeeaaaaaavvvvve Ho, Ho, Ho. And it is about at that time that I hear the Rice Crispies Guys… Snap. Crackle. Pop. Are backs REALLY supposed to make those noises?

Yep. I always pay for it later. Hot showers and Tylenol are sometimes two of the things I most look forward to….on any given evening. Twenty-five years ago… I had a much different list of things to do, on a big night out!  But that is the point of this.   I am feeling older by the minute. Yesssirrrreeee….. me and Methuselah…. are two peas in a pod. Methuselah!

I thought of tattooing my age on my forehead… because I always forget what my age is.   Yet again, another one of my dumb ideas. Not only is the tattoo good for just a single year… it looks backwards in the mirror. I tried this with a black permanent marker…. so I know.

This past year at 368… I have written about aging a lot. Oh, I seriously don’t know how you all aren’t bored out of your silly, silly gourds with all of this…. Other topics have included…. and spanned my childhood, pets, food, my crazy likes and dislikes, dreams, quirks, sayings, what-ifs, pop culture and every day occurrences….. just to name a few. Tomorrow, I will wrap this thing up (last writing for 368 on February 10th, 2012) . And then, I will start anew.

But with 368…. I’ve realized, probably more than anything, that I am blessed with some really wonderful people in my life. For that I am thankful. I hope you friends know that I appreciate you for your beauty and all that you offer life…

In the past year, I have also learned one very important thing. Each day is a lesson. Sometimes each hour… depending on the day. Now my big trick is to learn from those lessons, and be a better Polly.

So the thought that is really coming to mind is this:
You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face,
And show the world all the love in your heart…..
Then people gonna treat you better,
You’re gonna find, yes you will…..
That you’re beautiful as you feel.

And there you have it. Carol King is 70 today. Happy Birthday King of Good Tunes… you rock.
You ALL rock.



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