MARCH 2010

70 years ago today I saw the Sleeping Ute Mountain for the very first time, well not really with being a new born. I was born at home in the house that my dad had built out of adobe bricks with the help of his dad when my parents were first married (actually they lived at their respective homes while trying to keep their marriage a secret and getting the house built, granddad knew as he stood up with them in Aztec, NM where they got married). This house is still standing today.

In my part of the country if March comes in calmly the phrase of "March came in like a Lamb" applies, then almost always it will go out "like a lion" so with my birthday being on March 31st my dad always use to call me his "storm child" as the night or morning that I was born, however you want to say it was going out "like a lion".

Strangest thing is, in my mind I am still as young as I was at 20, however my body has a little different story to tell.

My friends started celebrating my birthday this past Monday. My dear friend Dayna took me to Moab, Utah for lunch. We ate at the best Italian place. What a wonderful day we did have. Yesterday was busy, today and tomorrow and then I think my birthday celebrations will be finished for this year.