Did you enjoy Peter Tibbles's musical silliness yesterday for my birthday? I did and thank you again, Peter. I spent my 74th birthday on a day trip to the Oregon coast with a friend, Ken Pyburn, and I know even as I write this a couple of days ahead of time that we had a wonderful time.
[Insert on Wednesday morning: As I predicted, the day trip to the coast was wonderful - I'll tell you about it sometime soon. Thank you so much for all your wonderful birthday wishes yesterday while I was gone. I read them all when got home in the evening. You are the best readers any blogger could have and I appreciate you so much.}
If you're reading these three or four paragraphs, it means I didn't feel like writing a blog post when I arrived home yesterday evening. But here is a quotation I like from writer, editor and literary critic Edmund Wilson when he was 73 in 1968:
”Old age has its compensations. I feel that I can loaf in the mornings, be less anxious about what I am going to write and not suffer afterwards so much about gaffes and errors I have made.
“My regrets mostly nowadays are about the things that I can't any longer do; but I dwell on old love affairs, and this does not impose upon me any further responsibility for them.”
That gives a thoughtful chuckle.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Clifford Rothband: Welcome Home