When I'm sixty-four

My dad would have turned sixty-four on Saturday, Feb 24/07. This song has been running through my head ever since.

Happy Birthday, Doots.

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When I get older losing my hair
many years from now
will you still be sending me a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to three
would you lock the door
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you

I could be handy mending a fuse
when your light have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

Every summer we can rent a cottage on the
Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
stating point of view
indicate precisely what you mean to say
yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer fill in a form
mine forever more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

Thank you for....

Last night, we asked Abigail (aged 20 months) to say grace before dinner. We asked if she was grateful for Margaret (her daycare provider) and she said "yes". We asked if she was grateful for food and she said "yes. Eat!" And we asked if there was anything she wanted to thank God for...

And then she said, all on her own...

"wice" (rice).

Yes. Thank God for Rice.