Who is that sprightly young thing in the red and orange scarves dancing like it's her 85th birthday?
It's Meg, and it sure is her 85th, although you certainly wouldn't know it! People on this island seem to
live to quite an age. I think the summers are so pretty that they are just determined to get through the next long grey winter to see another summer, and then just keep repeating. My friend Deborah's neighbor Peter is 91 and still living by himself, unless his girlfriend who is 81 comes over to visit. The waitress in the pizza place downtown's mother is 93 and still driving to the restaurant where she keeps her own bottle of scotch, as she doesn't like the stuff they serve there. :/
Happy Birthday Meg!
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An 86th birthday NEEDS a zip-line! Remind me I said this when the occasion arises. :0)
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