Last year when I turned 64 years old, I had planned on writing a post about being 64. You know, like the Beatles song “When I’m 64.” Especially this part: Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
Leaving the Pacific Northwest is always a little bittersweet for me: as much as I love the Portland area with all its great places to eat, wonderful friends to hang out with, gorgeous places to walk and relax and camp,
It’s been over a year since I’ve driven myself anywhere farther away than a half-hour’s drive, other than to a doctor’s appointment or the lab for blood work or some other health-related appointment for my body’s mission to get well