Auugh!

I slept poorly last night. I suspect it’s because I have an appointment over in the Big(ger) City^TM this morning, an appointment I (a) don’t want to miss because it’s (b) very important business. Which tends to make sleep fitful. Put aside the fact I’m completely prepared, which is to say all the necessary documentation has long been retrieved from the archives and put in a conspicuous place to be picked up as I walk out the door. Strangely enough, all the documentation…my birth certificate, DD Forms 214 from each and every enlistment, check book…was exactly where it should have been. There were no frantic searches, no missing yet required pieces of paper, nothing. Preparation, such as it was, was a piece of cake. So why didn’t I sleep well?

Deep psychological issues, I fear. My appointment today signals one of the transitions to life’s end-game. I’m about to officially enter geezerhood.

I’m applying for Social Security.

Today’s Pic: From the archives of another sort. This is my Mom at (I’m guessing) age ten or so, which would date the photo from about 1935. Late in our marriage The Second Mrs. Pennington launched a project to scan old family photos; she completed about ten percent of what were in the archives before she went off to do bigger and better things.

Quite the costume Mom's wearing, ain't it? One wonders what the occasion and its associated back-story were. I'm thinking "dance school." All proper young ladies in that place (Atlanta) and time (early twentieth century) simply had to be schooled the arts, nu? And she was that. A great dancer!

And now... off to the Big(ger) City^TM !